To bad.
I can still read, still write. That is something that not even my husband can take away from me. HE doesn't know about this book. How I had Nick, our Guardian, find it for me in the Black Market. He is so loyal. Sadly he will never rise to a higher station in this world.
The Commander allows me to wear embroidered flowers one my vail and to talk to him. I'm at least still able to control the women side of the house. He will never interfere. That is my right. This book... I'm given time alone after dinner in our room. That is when I will right. No one can know about this. The Eyes can never find this. I need this little black book, to hide. To compose myself. She cannot know what I feel.
The Commander allows me to wear embroidered flowers one my vail and to talk to him. I'm at least still able to control the women side of the house. He will never interfere. That is my right. This book... I'm given time alone after dinner in our room. That is when I will right. No one can know about this. The Eyes can never find this. I need this little black book, to hide. To compose myself. She cannot know what I feel.
A woman of your stature should be allowed this trivial joy of reading and writing. You are confined to your house all day with nothing but your garden to keep you company. If you are expected to be silent, what will happen to your bottled up emotions. I am honored to be under your command. Please accept this comment as a token of my gratitude for your care for me.
ReplyDeleteHa, I knew I wasn't alone. Nick is quite a good servant, isn't he? He found me a few old magazines, from the pre-Gilead times. I am greatly indebted to him.
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