… even though we ain't got scratch …
To: The Boss
Date: September 7
You ask about Mona … I cry too much these days – too often. I had cried the week before with Mona, a new acquaintance who has the potential of becoming much more than a mere friend.
At Wolf Jester’s party, Mona and I sat on the porch and exchanged shy kisses as we watched the moon rise from the mountainside. She, too, is coming out of a tempestuous, painful relationship. Both of us are trying to recover from an immoderate passion, the kind that occurs in the freedom of college, leaping the chasms of religion and social status, the kind that, by its very intensity, forces growth and change and inevitably turns destructive. Ours was a strain of loving that possibly cannot sustain the very fire that fuels it. Mona and I both fear and desire new involvement.
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