Oh girls, I heard my babe crying this morning. It was terrible. It is bad enough having to stare at this horrible wallpaper all day, but the crying I couldn't take. I sat huddled in the corner with my hands covering my ears. John wanted me to hold him, but I couldn't--I just couldn't. I told him to take the child away. He protested at first but saw that it was upsetting me and left with the crying monster. I get so angry with John sometimes, you ladies shall enjoy your time with out a husband to lock you away. I am so tired from the events of the morning I can barely stand to write anymore.
Oh how I hate this wallpaper. Do you now see how it drives me crazy. I stare all day and night and cannot make sense of it. Sometimes I see a woman creeping through the paper trying to break free. But, other times she is not there.
I think I hear John's sister.
--Jane
Jane, you don't sound well. Some fresh air will do you well. You should stay with Lincoln and me, now that my sister Helen went off to Paris, I feel so alone.
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Oh Jane, darling - I know I should mind my own potatoes but it doesn't seem like John is caring for you at all.
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