All during my school years Nancy had been my best friend. She was a very sweet, soft spoken girl that was friends with everyone and there wasn't a mean bone in her body. I thought there was nothing that could come between our friendship.
And then her brother got married, leaving her with no ride to and from the youth singings every other Sunday evening. Since John was old enough to be going to the singings I had to ride with him which left only LV without a passenger on his buggy which made that he would be the one that had to furnish transportation for Nancy.
I tried to not let the thought of LV and Nancy riding together bother me, but if I was honest it really did. I didn't want Nancy sitting next to LV on his buggy. The buggy where we had so many pleasant evenings together. What made it even worse was that Nancy lived at the outskirts of the community which meant that they would always have a really long ride. I could envision Nancy on the buggy making pleasant conversation and being so prim and proper, unlike me who had the ability to say and do all the wrong things.
It kept eating at me so badly that I went and wrote a letter to LV and folded it up in a tiny little square so that John could slip it to LV when they shook hands before the singing. That letter, born out of being jealous, was only the first of many that we would send to each other.
I still didn't like that LV had to take Nancy to and from the singings but knowing that he didn't enjoy it either and that I would have a nice juicy letter to read once I came home made it a little more bearable.