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51 9:30 P.M. Nov. 3/ Friday My dearest darling: It's raining buckets, and I'm feeling correspondingly lonely and blue. No letters today, and I reread your last few, and had a good cry. It's hell living without you, and with no prospects of you coming home soon. Wendy in honor of her birthday sat up for a minute alone, but quickly toppled forward - she also started rocking back and forth herself when she sits up. Mrs. Price popped in, and we had an impromptu birthday party - cake and cocoa. I gave Wendy a tiny piece of cake, and she seemed to enjoy sucking on it amid many smiles. Honey, did you leave your extra clothes in Hawaii - or send them home? There is still no word on your books - may have to put a tracer on them. Enjoyed reading the two copies of the Times so much. Made me wish I was back in New York, but don't want to be any unnecessary distance from you. Wrapped the book and news sections [pg 2] and will take them to the Post Office tomorrow. Can you get all the stamps you need? [?] mail you a box of stationery every three weeks, unless you find that isn't often enough. Gosh, darling I just can't get used to being without you, and keep thinking Warren will be home soon, and I'll forget all this - I just keep riding for fall after fall. I do want to be sensible, etc. etc. but I just don't seem to get anyplace. Every once in awhile I feel rational, but it doesn't last and I go haywire again. I wish I had more to do - to make the time go faster - My days are full, but not full enough- Am tired tonight - guess I will go to bed and read for awhile. Love me darling - even if I don't have much sense- Bobby
