November 27th, 1864
“Theodor,” he said, “you know your mother and I love you, right?”
“Of course,” I had answered, “and I love you too.”
“And I know you understand how tough these times are.”
“You want me to go to that lodging house?”
There was Ms. Gilbert, furious, red in the face, and soaking wet.
“OUT! She yelled, pointing her straight finger out toward the door. Everyone noticed Charles slowly backing away, and I figured he was the one who dumped the water all over Ms. Gilbert. We all scrambled out, taking our towels with us. “What is this? You boys have the chance to stay here at the Lodge, where we provide food, shelter, and safety, and this is how you treat it?!” she screeched. “You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!”
December 14th, 1864
“Oh, I understand.”
“Well Theodore, my family and I are having a Christmas Eve dinner, and my parents told me I could invite a friend. And I wanted to invite you.”
I was so flattered. I had never been invited to a nice dinner. It was like I had forgotten how to speak. I stuttered, and finally words came out of my mouth.
“Oh! Thank you so much! I… I would love to have dinner with your family!”
I was smiling from ear to ear, probably looking like a fool. I was suddenly filled with bliss and enthusiasm. I wanted the next three days to fly by. I just could not wait. I looked at her and I could see how excited she was.