Sunday, March 11, 1827
Mama tanned
my hide good tonight, but I don’t care. I mean I know it happened at the Lord’s Day
gathering and all, but still. It was worth every lick ’cause now Henry knows
how much I love him. I can’t believe Pa went and told on me or even that he just
happened to turn around right at the very moment I kissed Henry. That's prob'ly the onlyest reason he didn't kiss me back none. What with Pa
staring right at us, what else could my beloved do but push me away? I’m sure
that he likes me, too. I can tell. So what if I am only fourteen, I’m as mature
as I’m ever gonna get, and past ready to be his. Mis’ess Patrick Henry Buckmeyer. I can hardly wait for
the day!
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