My dear Booke,
I am back. And Catherine came with me.
I am shaken and do not know what to do next.
LaFrance loves her, he says. He will never give her up. And Catherine believes that she is ever so happy and having so much fun. Her eyes were shining when I confronted her. She was in a state of undress that embarrassed me, lolling about in what appeared to be a borrowed dressing gown, but she was indifferent to my consternation.
She clearly did not spend the night in a guest bedroom.
I wonder if this was her first time with a man or whether I have been a fool and not seen what was in front of my face. There are so many things to worry about now. What if there is a child? Disease? Gossip and the ruin of her reputation? I did not realize these would be my worries when I agreed to live as
