Chapter 10
Dear Jefferson,
What can you do for me? You already have. Receipt of your letter has been the highlight of the last three weeks. I feared you wouldn’t accept my apology, that I’d destroyed any chance to save our friendship. Your words, so heartfelt that I ached to read them, reminded me why it is I value you such as I do.
I have a confession to make. My writing has suffered terribly. Sometimes it feels as if my inspiration did not choose to return to Boston with me, and I am left bereft and hollow, waiting for it to join me again. Please do not think the blame rests entirely on the unfortunate circumstances of my flight. My thoughts have been distracted by other issues as well, concerns much closer to home.
My father is pressing for me to conclude my university work and take
