Dearest,

I somehow wish we could meet. Mother says that I have gone mental and that I am very sick. Father says that we need to schedule an appointment with Dr. Brown. Everyone around town calls him Doctor Brown Bear because he is very tall and broad, and has the figure of a bear.

"I do not have a cold!" I had reassured them, but they had simply told me that I was not sick in that sense and that I was sick in the head. I wonder if they are correct, because I have been feeling a tad bit dizzy these days.

Nonetheless, I have been ignoring Mother and Father's taunts. I will grow up to be an educated young woman whether they like it or not! Abigail Adams has not written to me, but that is just fine, as I am sure Mrs. Adams is busy with politics any way.

"Yes, she just mumbled odd things to herself during supper," That is what Mother is saying into the telephone right now. She is speaking with Doctor Brown Bear. Mother makes me oh so angry sometimes. I sometimes intend to scream into a pillow, but that would just cause my face to redden and no one likes a flushed girl.

Mother says that I should be looking for a possible suitor instead of telling girls that they do not need to be married early. She says that I am a disgrace to her blood-line. Maybe all of her pressure is what is causing me to be "sick in the head"! 

Oh, Johnny Dearest! If you were here, all would be fine.

Love, 

Abigail.


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