She had been sitting in the heavy iron armchair
for most of the afternoon. Her tea had long-since gone cold, but she wasn't any closer to a decision. A small book with cream-colored pages lay open in her lap. "Dear Diary: Today I have received a most remarkable letter. Frederick says that he will be returning soon, and he has asked me to?" She had not finished the sentence because she did not know what her answer would be. He was a fine man, but the curved iron legs of her armchair
reminded her of his bow leggedness. She sighed.