Wednesday February 23 1938
Four months- or nearly that. It seems so long. How will I feel four months after June?
Marriage frightens me. I’m sure Walt loves me- now. But with all the mistakes I’m bound to make will he still love me? And he’s so considerate of me. Too much for my good. If I can only keep myself from taking advantage of his consideration.
Letter from him today says he has 3 or 4 houses for me to look at Saturday. But rather discouraging.