”“I’m beginning to get that picture! Can I ask you something about that?”“Sure.”“What does a mostly Irish chick do when she gets to be t...at age? Do they let her into the club? Or is she an outcast?”“By the time you’re old enough, all those Russian speakers will be long gone. Even my mom’s generation is only about 50/50. Tasha is an outlier. If you look around the church, most of the girls in your age group, and your sister’s, don’t speak a word of Russian. The real fear is they marry outside. " Wait!" I cried. But he held onto the edge of the mirror, adjusted ita bit, steadied it with his hand, and then jumped back. His hand wasthe last part of him to disappear into the mirror. It seems like weare both hopelessly trapped.July 29, 1943. Dear diary. Today was the first day I've felt like Icould form my raw emotions into words and write them into my deardiary. This has been the worst week of my life. I lost the baby! Hankwill be so disappointed. He's been so worried about me but. She was telling me how her life has become boring working in a bank for the last 2 years. She looks forward to the weekend and it also passes pretty fast. Her family is looking for a boy for her as well. We shared some more time talking and eating.Suddenly she asked me. Why am I trying to steal looks at her cleavage? She told me, “I can look without feeling shy,” in a funny manner. I was a little embarrassed but I said, “I have all the reasons to look. You look so beautiful.” I slipped in a. I did, and she stayed with me. I warned her to take it easy and told her about my first marathon, when I had felt great at five miles, pushed my pace and paid the price at about twenty-two miles, when I hit the wall and the last four miles felt like forty, pure hell.We ran together. Slower than I wanted, perhaps quicker than Connie preferred, but we finished together, hand in hand.A tad over four hours. We were ecstatic. For Connie to run such a good time on her first marathon was incredible to.