Entry Forty-Six
Monday, February 17 Weather marked as Clear
Dear Diary,
Nothing much—cleaned house—washed my hair—took a bath. Art picked me up at 8:45 the party was called off so we went for a drive—he parked in the mountains & talked & sang—he had his arm around me part of the time—he wanted a kiss but I wouldn’t give him it.
Nostos Algos 