Entry One Hundred Thirty
Monday, June 9 Weather marked as Clear.
Dear Diary
Darn! I cannot get Bob out of mind. I’m all confused. I wish I could go to Mommie but, maybe, I’m afraid of what she’ll tell me. I hope everything works out because if it doesn’t I’ll go crazy.
I baby sat for Roz. I made that blue dress—all I have to do now is put in the zipper & the sleaves. Got home 2:15 & stayed up till 3:30 to clean up after Mommie’s guests.
Nostos Algos 