February 28, 1952

I’m sick tonite & my throat is sore as the dickens. Moms washing. Last nite Pagliai’s came to Mary Ann’s house. She had wanted me to stay with her last night but moma said no. Darn it.

She had a chance to see Dale a second time, but momma blew it for her. How could she?

And she’s sick again. She sure spends a lot of time with a sore throat or a cold!