 You remember in my last letter I wrote to you about Jenny. Well, I know it's corny, but I read that portion of the letter to her at dinner to let her know how I truly felt. But everything has changed now. After our dinner that seemed to go so very well, I met Whit at the library. Come on, Jack. Pick up the phone. I know you're there. And I don't feel like I can talk to him right now. I need time and space.