AT THE VALENTINE'S DANCE! FEBRUARY 14, 1860 |
| The night was mild compared to winters nights in Boston, so Meg decided to
walk to the dance. The excitement was in the air and it put a spring in her step. Meg took
notice of all of the couples that were heading for the dance or a romantic evening
together, and for the first time she felt as if she were missing out on something. Finally arriving at the dance, Meg looked around. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but for some reason, she couldn't make herself take the steps to enter the corral. Meg wished Corey was here, at least then she wouldn't have to make her entrance alone. Without a second thought, Meg turned and found herself walking back to her house, thank goodness she didn't run into anyone she knew. Once back at home, Meghan undressed quickly, throwing her dress into the back of her closet, and scrubbed her face clean. I can't believe what I was thinking. She said to herself, I can't go to a dance alone. I'll be a laughingstock. After putting on her nightgown, Meg headed downstairs to make a cup of warm milk. While the milk was warming she went into her father's office and took one of his medical books. Taking the book and warm milk up to her bedroom, Meg turned her bedcovers down and climbed into bed. Valentine's Day really is a stupid holiday, she thought as she opened the book to a chapter on proper pre-surgical techniques. Meghan read until she fell asleep. |