much. Mother was determined that I would get a degree and I gave her
a proposition. I will go to college and try and get a degree but if I get
married before I finish, I can drop out. Mother agreed. Timothy and I
met in a history class. I was decent when it came to U.S. History but
this was European History and it sure was confusing. There were just
too many names. They should have handed out a family tree, it sure
would have made my life a little bit easier. Timothy was a whiz at
history and offered to tutor me. The rest is well, history." I smiled, "I
am so glad that I don't have to be in those stuffy old college classrooms
anymore, now I can spend more time with Mary."
"Well don't go throwing it in our faces." Dorothy spat,
looking like she just tasted something sour.
"What?" I felt myself deflating like a balloon, but I managed to
plaster on a polite smile.
"You constantly are throwing it in our faces that we are a bunch of
old maids." Margaret said looking distinctly bitter.
"I-"
"You are always going on and on about Timothy and about how
much you hated college. Did you ever consider that we were just as fed
up with college and that we were just as interested in finding a husband
as you were?" Joyce asked.
"I didn't mean too." I pleaded.
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