Yes, I can do that.
For a year I have loved my one friend. During the eighteen years of my life before she came into it I loved no one, for there was no one.
It is an extremely hard thing to go through eighteen years with no one to love, and no one to love you—the first eighteen years.
But now I have my one friend to love and to worship.
I have named my friend the "anemone lady," a name beautifully appropriate.
The anemone lady used to teach me literature in the Butte High School. She used to read poetry in the class-room in a clear, sweet voice that made one wish one might sit there forever and listen to it.
But now I have left the high school, and the dear anemone lady has gone from Butte. Before she went she told me she would be my friend.
Think of it—to live and have a friend!
