Dear Journal, <Tab/>Yesterday mother told her story about the 17 gentlemen callers that came to her house when she was young. "One Sunday afternoon in Blue Mountain-your mother received -seventeen!-gentlemen callers!" (Amanda) (8) She really loves telling that story, although, I can tell she regrets marrying my father since all the gentlemen callers she talks about are mostly dead and left a lot of fortune to their widows. I can also …
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…may end up looking after me for the rest of my life. I hope she is mistaken. I still have no idea what I will do with my life, I would like a husband, but I am terribly shy. I would like a small store selling glass menagerie, but on the other hand I am not good with people, they are always giving me weird looks. Also, I could not bear selling my glass menagerie.