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198 Sunday 8:30 P.M. March 18- My Dearest Darling: This has been another one of those days that leaves me all worn out and down in the dumps. I sure feel like [?] this tonight - oh darling sometimes like now I miss you so terribly much. I knew I had to keep busy, so I talked Helen into a long walk this morning - We walked for about two hours while Bobbie pushed Wendy in her stroller. When we got back I fixed lunch, and then started to clean the house fast and furiously. Guess one of the reasons I'm feeling low, is because I've been reading a book called A Home of Your Own. It set me to thinking about when we’d have a real home, instead of this sort of play house arrangement. When we’d be together to plan, and really watch our home grow. I know there are lots of things more important than that, but I can't help thinking and wondering about it. Gladys phoned and asked Wendy [pg 2] and me to come up and share a turkey dinner with them, but we’d already eaten. I was sorry because today of all days I wanted to get away. Gladys really has been very sweet to us - it's a good feeling to know that she is interested in us. Did I tell you that when Wendy had her last bad cold, Gladys phoned on her way up to Sacremento and told me if any emergency came up, to be sure and phone he rat the hotel, and she’d come right down. I know she would too. Its strange she is one person I disliked on meeting, and have since completely changed my mind about. You have to rub the pussy's fur the right way, but in this case its well worth it. Walter phoned for the last time tonight, unless he can get off the ship for awhile in Seattle. He seems to think he knows where he is going, but I'm sure such information wouldn't be allowed to be circulated. Its [pg 3] possible that deliberate scuttlebutt was started just to confuse the men, and give them something to talk about. In their letter today M and Fe enclosed the longer article from the N.Y. Times - I have put it in our scrapbook. This green pen is certainly a “family institution” - Wendy had another crying jag this afternoon - I picked her up finally - put her on my lap - gave her the pen - she started to sob - put the pen in her mouth and smiled. You will love to see the toofie marks. Good concert music on now - I just want to close my eyes and listen to it for awhile. I'm all yours, my beloved- Bobby
