β Scribed by Heath, Rebecca
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
We were reaching the Student Union when Dr. Rosenau broke the silence.βYou know, I never eat young ladies on Fridays. Only on Tuesdays.β
I couldnβt help laughing. βDo I look that apprehensive?β
βYes, rather.β He opened the door for me. βBut I have just the cure for you. Itβs David Rosenauβs patented shyness remedy, strawberry shortcake garnished with whipped cream, to be taken at least once weekly in charming company. Doctorβs orders.β
Kate is a college junior, a gifted student who skipped two grades in school, a naval officer's daughter who's lived in more places than she can remember. Shy and bookish, she's never had a boyfriend, let alone been kissed or gone on a date. Kate thinks falling in love is something that only happens to other girls.
David is a college professor, a brilliant scientist trapped in a failed marriage; aloof and reclusive, he buries himself in teaching and research. David's convinced he'll go through life with an empty heart.
When Kate gets a campus job as David's typist, they discover they're both mistaken. Letters To My Mother is the story of a May-December romance set in 1950s Seattle.
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