June 12
Rhona wants to end the pregnancy. But options seem very limited. The nearest hospital is in Mission, and there are all kinds of hoops for her to jump through to get the procedure approved. And even then there's no guarantee. Her other option would be to have the kid and put it up for adoption. She doesn't want to do that. She says she had an aunt who gave up an infant son for adoption. She was just eighteen, and the family did their very best to hide her away, since back in those days there was so much shame associated with it. She said that the worst part for her aunt, was not knowing what happened to her child, with whom she already bonded during birth. She ended up living through a series of mental breakdowns and suicide attempts. She died young, from lung cancer. Rhona is sure that having the kid and losing it shortened her lifespan.
Lydia and I have both done something brave. We have offered, if she does end up having the kid, to help her raise it. She simply shrugs it off. She just wants to get rid of it. She seems really beside herself. Theo and I are starting to drive into town more. Of course the girls are welcome, but they don't seem to want to just yet. Something about being Philip's slaves, or purported slaves, or almost slaves, since Lydia and Rhona both put up a noble resistance, but this seems to have chained them both to the house and property. Theo and I really want to see them break free. I like Theo. He has become a true buddy.
But when we were in town last, we bought a radio, and a couple of newspapers and magazines. Time to let the evil world back into our cloistered and sheltered little lives here.
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