And I was determined to stay with Frank until Frank was ready to leave Indiana for good. I had enough money not to worry about having to find a job for a while. We still had a few weeks of rent paid on our apartment back in San Diego, and the other bills that came in from back there were forwarded to me by Miss Wiggins, God bless her. I usually just paid the bills and never mentioned them to Frank. Without his job at the nursery, he once again had no money coming in, and he was so busy caring for his father and trying to keep the farm running that I decided not to bother him with anything else. Plus, I knew Frank. If he found out I was paying all the San Diego bills behind his back, he would feel guilty about it, and that I could not let happen. He had enough misery on his plate already. He didn’t need to top it off with a big glob of guilt.So I settled into farm life with as much will as I could muster. And I was so nuts about Frank that, while my talents were minimal, my will was considerable.
