My beloved is unhappy. Partially with me, I think, for I somehow managed
it poorly.
I mentioned missing tea with Nem and Westlynn in order to work on
the carriage, and this was a reminder of the many things given up socially in order to satisfy the need for security. My offer then to arrange
something solely for the two of us was answered with tangible barbs of
indignation and disapproval.
I do not know how to resolve this to the satisfaction of all. I
would be content with the satisfaction of one.
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