Thursday, 7:30 a.m. Dear Sally, I am so scared and yet so happy this morning I don't know what to do. I don't know why I'm giving you this small volume, except maybe because I love it and I want you to have it. You have given me a kind of joy and release I have never felt before. Spencer P.S. If you don't want to call me, I'll understand. (Not really, but it sounds like the right thing to say. Please call. I want to see you.)
