Chapter Eleven

Sandy's journal, Mon. 18 Sept. '06

Gloves in ribbons. Wish I could afford to autoharvest this corn! Should be finished by Friday.

Called Ted tonight after Childe asleep. My turn to apologize, his to be tender; but Lordy, that man can be vexatious.' I hinted at availability & he gallantly suggested a tryst. Wonder if he knew I've been having kinky thoughts all day? Are corn lassies an aphrodisiac? He thought my ideas outrageous, but agreed. There must be a million ways to get a husband — have I grown cynical in thinking this may be the best way to keep one? Stay tuned, journal…

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