8 March
Jo,

I'm sorry about the way you left, too. It's as much my fault as yours. I probably should have just been honest with you but —

10 March
Jo,

Sailing isn't a life for girls like this, it's just a hobby. It's an entirely different approach than when I was learning to sail, but some of them aren't bad. I think one of the ladies I gave lessons to last season is going to race the regatta this year. She's got a decent shot at it, I think.

Not quite crawling yet, but Zelda's sister said soon (and she's had enough of her own to know). He gets around a bit by scooting or dragging himself around. He moves enough that I can't take him to the dock to watch me work anymore, but he's safe enough on the beach. Talks a lot. Baby talk, I mean, not real words, but he's always babbling.

That's a tough spot to be in, with your daughter to think of. Sometimes people get married and are never more than friends, and they can be happy that way, but I don't think you could.

Sorry, that's probably overstepping. Sorry. I don't know anything about how you and Zach are together. It's not my place to say anything about it.

Sorry.

Alfred