she didn't hear from Cody all day Saturday, which was disappointing. she had hoped he had taken her words to heart and understood what she had been trying to say.
yes, she wanted to be wooed, courted the way women had been courted for centuries. But she also wanted to be loved. Cody was more afraid to live than he was marriage.
late that night or hen she was in bed reading, she heard something or someone outside her bedroom window. at first she didn't know what to make of it. tbe Boise was awful, loud and discordant as if someone was rocking a chair over a cat's tail. several minutes ments passed before she realized it was someone playing a guitar, or rather, attempting to play a guitar.
she reached over and pulled open the blinds. she started out to see Cody standing on the lawn in fro
