Happy Valentines
On Friday, Valentine’s Day, I went out with Tommy. I felt bad about Daddy, home alone. The last woman he’d slept with that I know of (besides me), was Mrs. Trefethen, who was married anyway. He said it didn’t matter, that Valentine’s didn’t mean anything to him, but I think he was just encouraging me to have a good time. We agreed we’d make up for it on Saturday. The night with Tommy was pleasant enough, but nothing really to write home – or you –...