CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NOVEMBER 22, 1960
Only two days till Thanksgiving. Ollie is baking pies to take to Denise’s house, and I made a centerpiece out of pine cones, branches, and candles because Ollie informed me, “A centerpiece would be proper, darlins.” The centerpiece looks darn good, I think.
I got a letter from Murray today. It included a photo of him and Michelle in front of my old school, which sure makes me miss home. I admit, Murray’s letter has me worried:
November, Something-or-other
Weedamemnon,
I can hardly write because my head is spinning. Michelle missed her ‘time of the month.’ Can you believe it? We tried to be careful, but something went wrong, and I don’t know what to do.
She says she heard about a doctor in Philly who can take care of things, but I’m scared shitless s
