Dear Ann Landers,
'm a widow who is trying to raise a boy alone. Gerald's father died when the boy was six years old. He is now thirteen, and believe me, Ann, I've had my hands full. I am active in our church auxiliary and I hold a state office. I must go to meetings every Tuesday night. There are three very nice young girls in the neighborhood I call on to sit with Gerald. The little redheaded girl is sixteen. The other two girls are fifteen. Last night, Gerald asked me who I had called to sit with him and I told him Gracie. (She is one of the fifteen-year-olds.) He said, "I'd rather have the redhead." This made me stop and consider something that never crossed my mind before. Please read between the lines and tell me what you think.-Concerned Mother