Molly's fella

Stella here.
Snow's comin' down at a pretty good clip.

Molly E and her fella was here yest'day an' we fin'lly got a gander at him. He ain't too bad, I guess. Seems kinda smitten with Molly - although I ain't sure she feels th' same.
He's a little bitty guy, a whole lot shorter'n she is, an' shaped like a bait barrel. Comes from outside o' Philadelphia, where he an' Molly went t' school t'gether. She moved up here when she married Frank.
I ain't s' sure much'll come o' this. Molly seems kinda re-served, but mebbe she's just thinkin' over if she wants t' get attached again.

If I was t' lose Harvey, I ain't s' sure I'd want t' hitch up f'r a second time. Him 'n me's so set in our ways t'gether, I dunno if I could abide gettin' used t' a new way o' gettin' along. But Molly, she's been on her own f'r some years now, s' mebbe it's diff'rent with her. I'll hafta ask her.

Anyways, he's gotta go back home t' Philadelphia on Monday t' see t' his business, so he'll be gone an' Molly an' me c'n have a good heart-t'-heart talk.

Guess I ain't gotta worry none about havin' t' re-place Harvey, though, not f'r some time, anyways. He's outside shovelin' a path out t' his shed so's he c'n do some woodworkin'. Healthy's a horse, 'cept f'r that touch o' arthur-itis.

Th' snow's really comin' down. I guess we ain't goin' nowhere's f'r a day 'r two. That's OK, though, we got plenty t' keep us busy.
Love,
Stella