How Can A Young Man Like To

The Devil's Out Of Fashion.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.