I've been waiting since last Saturday to go to the play and dance with John tonight. John called about five-thirty when I was bathing and said we wouldn't go because of the rain. I've walked all the way from the Friend's Library with him in harder rain than this.
Just as I was starting out with Mother he called and asked if I cared to go since the rain had almost stopped.
I wonder how much the rain had to do with the first call?
Had it been only the rain why didn't he offer to come here for the evening?
Last evening he was very silent again - but very gentle.
I wonder if he is ever even the least bit sorry when he knows he hurts me!