But I slipped up on it—therein lies the sin. Not in what I did, but in blundering over it.
People may say what they will. I was not wrong. It is the system that is wrong, the system that prevents people who care for each other from being happy in that affection while it lasts. Had the system been different Lucille would have been home to day, happier and in more comfortable circumstances than previous to our meeting, and I—I would not now be writing to you.
But there was nothing to save us.
Tired and disgusted with Lucille, she further exasperated me with her jealousy and unreasonable demands for a speedy marriage. Fearful of losing the marriage which meant so much to me, I carefully planned what seemed the only course to pursue.
Yes, it was deliberate.
Calming her anger for the day, I persuaded her to come to my apartment—these very
