30 - Was terribly wicked. Played S.S. Hooky. Dan went out early in the afternoon and later Mae had to go to Vallette's. I read all P.M. After supper, I went into the parlor and hunched myself into the most dejected attitude possible in the morris chair, hoping, when Dan came in, my evident broken heartedness would move that callous lad to "make up." It didn't, though. Perhaps he didn't draw the right conclusion as to my shamelessly faked gloom (i.e. that I felt weepy because he was mad) or else he is awfully heartless, for I know I can fake grief rather well; anyway he unconcernedly sat down and began to play the piano. Anyway, I'm not going to apologize this time! I was the goat last time we scrapped and I'll be equal parts of hanged and doggoned if I'll do it again. All I did this time was to slap him (I can't count the times he's slapped me) but the dear lad tells Mae that what he objects to is that I "did it in anger." It didn't hurt any more for all that I guess, than some of his playful little love taps and the anger makes it more excusable.
No comments:
Post a Comment