Dear Diary July 10th

My, this house seems so empty. 'Tis a quarrel down in the center of the city. The Montagues are all steamed up because Abram tripped a servingman of ours. Oh how their fights spring up! I wish I could join. Just once. Just get a jab in there. Sometimes I wonder why God must torment me with the pressure of being "lady like" all the time. But no, fighting is inappropriate for a lady. Even a nurse who's looked down upon by society. Why, just last week I was walking out to the market. Oh how you should have seen the sun that day! Why I don't think I've ever seen the sun that happy. I knew God was smiling at me. Where was I? Oh yes, I was not staying too close to the wall, but a reasonable distance, after all, I'm no damsel. But as I was saying, I spied a Montague. Not wanting to pick a fight, I stuck my head up high, and walked right past him, hitting him hard in the side of course.

He turned to me, scowling. "I'd walk a little closer to the wall if I were you."

I can't believe that bloke spoke such ill to me! Why, I was red with anger! But I took a deep breath and kept walking; it wasn't the most convenient time for a fight. See, Juliet had just had a fight with her father, and goodness knows how rash that child is when she's sad. I wanted to get her something at the market to cheer her up. And I found the prettiest ribbon I have ever seen. It's a pink one, rivaling the late sunset, and the blush on her cheeks. And there my Lady is, calling for me again.