I wish the country hadn't gone into these endless days of hardship, these threats on our family's pleasures and survival.
We're taking in boarders--our house is filled with noisy strangers who occupy rooms so that Dorothy and I have to sleep in uncomfortable, makeshift spaces. Right now I'm writing this sprawled on the FLOOR--I don't even own a bed anymore! My entire body is aching and shivering. I wish Dorothy would stop complaining; it's disturbing everybody. But most of all, I hope with all my heart that Dad would get a job soon--our meager savings are draining. I've got to stop writing, because it's time for me to complete a long list of tiresome chores for the boarding house, nonetheless. HMMMPPH! (SIGH!)
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