daddy long legs

Chapter 46

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
It has been almost two months since the last letter.I know it's not good.But frankly, I don't like you very much this summer.

You can't imagine how sorry I was to give up camp at Macbeth's house.Of course, you are my guardian, and I must follow your opinion in everything, but I really can't find any "reason".For me, this is the most amazing opportunity I've ever had.If I were an uncle and you were Judy, I would say, "Bless you, my boy. Go and have fun; make more friends and learn new things; You have to be strong. You have studied hard for a year, so let's relax!"

However, this is not the case at all!You only got one line from your secretary and you sent me to Rockwillow.

I am saddened by your inhumane order.If you felt anything for me like I feel for you, at least you'd write me a few lines now and then, instead of having your secretary type out hateful notes on those typewriters.If I can feel that you care about me, I will do anything to make you happy.

I know that I should write you a thorough letter without expecting any reply.You kept your word - I went to college - I thought you might think I didn't keep my word.

But, uncle, this deal is too hard for me, really hard.I am so alone.You are the only one I can think of, and you are like a phantom.You are just a character in my imagination-maybe the real you is very different from my imagination.You did write me a note when I was sick and in the hospital, and now, whenever I feel like I've been forgotten, I pull out your note and read it over and over again.

I'm worried that I didn't make it clear what I want to express, what I want to say is:
I was sullen because I was emotionally wounded by being at the mercy of an overbearing, inhuman, omnipresent but hidden God.But a man as good as you, so magnanimous, so considerate, has the right to be an imperious, inhuman, omnipresent but hidden God if he chooses - so I have decided to forgive you and let myself Be happy again.But I still get depressed whenever I get letters from Sally describing their fun at camp.

Let's not talk about this, let's start all over again.

I've been writing non-stop this summer, and I've written 4 short stories, which I've sent to 4 different magazines.You see, I'm working my way up as a writer.I write in a corner of the attic where Master Jervie used to play in the rain when he was a boy.It was a cool, drafty corner, and the two dormer windows were shaded by the heavy shade of a maple tree with a hole in which a colony of red squirrels lived.

In a few days I shall write another pleasant letter with what I have seen on the farm.

your always judy

Rock Willow Farm
8/3

(End of this chapter)