My dearest friends!
I must share with you that the paper is almost gone! But, I do have to admit I am starting to miss it. At least it kept me busy while in this dreadful room. The poor children who stayed in this gymnasium before me, God knows what it was like for them. I don't see much of John right now. I think he is as anxious as I am to return back to our house. The lady in the paper has been so restless lately. I have discovered her shaking bars in the paper. I do believe she is trying to break free. And I do not blame her for wanting too.
My teeth have been bothering me. I have been chewing on the immovable bed in the room. I do not know what drew me to do it, but I did. Every day I am curious about it, like I didn't chew on it the day before. It gives me something to do when John is gone, and Jennie is busy with the baby. I think I may have a piece of wood stuck in my gums.
--Jane
Phonus balonus!
ReplyDeleteJane, I am seriously concerned for your sanity.
I should visit you before Lincoln and I move to Paris.
I should bring you some noodle juice, it'll do you good.
-Marion.
*noodle juice: tea
Goodness! Jane, my girl, my doll -- you MUST see someone immediately about this madness!
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Jig
I have John, who continues to tell me it is just nervous depression. He just does not understand. I think he may suspect I am writing when I am up here alone. I may not be around for a bit. Maybe John is right, all this writing may be upsetting me.
ReplyDelete--Jane