Chapter 13
For a brief moment I thought of Tidewater, the prestigious all-girl preparatory school the women in my mother’s family attended, and the young man I’d dated my last year there. Jason was good looking and smart, his touch was gentle, and his breath was sweet when we kissed. We were considering becoming engaged to be engaged after I graduated Tidewater—Father would never permit me to marry any sooner than after I’d earned my degree—until he was awarded a Rhodes scholarship. He promised to write, and at first he did, but then his letters became fewer and fewer until the last, informing me he’d met someone new.
I’d considered the possibility that he might be the one, but on reading that last letter, all I’d felt was the mildest of regrets, and when Tau Zeta Epsilon invited me to tea my second semester at Wellesley, I did so heart whole.