India?

I face yet another conundrum. My cousin, St. John, who so graciously took me in, has proposed marriage. And wants me to come with him to India as a missionary.

Here’s the thing, I’m all for the mission to India. I could do it, easily. I mean, I lived with my aunt for how many years? And it didn't kill me? I could totally rock India. 

But I don’t love him. Well, I love him as a brother, of course. But not anything more. And it would probably kill me if he forced me into this loveless marriage. So I told him I would go as his sister, which is what I essentially am.

But would he have it? Of course not. It’s St. John. The man is, as his sister so aptly put, “inexorable as death.”

He gave me tonight to reconsider. Tomorrow, this battle of wills continues.