Francine's Collection #7

Dearest Paper,                                                                                            October 2, 1848

       Tonight there will be a meeting. Pretty big from what I gather from mother; she says

everyone who is anyone will be there. I guess I should go. Perhaps it's time to feel myself again; the numb is too much to stand. The need to be touched again by the hands of a savage lover.

     Mother told me today I should try to do something with this plain face of mine. Maybe

put on my best smile. I told her I would. We'll see what comes of this one. Off I go now to prepare myself to feel like the lady mother wants me to be.

                                                                                      Love, Francine