Description
225 April 11 - 8:00 P.M. Wednesday My Dearly Beloved: No mail since Monday night, and I'm so eager for a letter - think I will walk downtown to the Post Office at ten o'clock, because I know Gerry got a letter this afternoon. She and Dickie stopped by to ask me to a birthday dinner they’re having for Harriet tomorrow night. I was able to get a sitter to stay with Wendy - an elderly woman with grown children, and one Gerry has had for Dickie, and I'm looking forward to going. With Helen right next door, and being quite near to home I feel quite safe in going. There will be just Gerry, Harriet, Tibby Hoffman, a friend of theirs and myself - that's about enough socializing for me. Met Agnes Martineau downtown [pg 2] this morning, and she was radiant. Ralph is coming home (he's the one who has jungle rot) and is expected any time now. I'm so happy for them - they only had three months together, before he left just a year ago, and of course now he'll be able to see Pam while she is still a tiny baby- Had a letter from Helen today, and as Charlie has probably told you already, she is planning a trip east in July, and expects to return in September or October to wait for him. The radio comes out with “things are never as bad as they seem.” I wish I had reason to believe that right now, have been feeling wretched and depressed since Sunday, if it wasn't for Wendy I think I’d lose myself altogether. This morning I asked her “Wendy, do you suppose there is any [pg 3] chance of daddy coming home soon? To which she answered “yist.” She also answered “yist” to, “Are we going to have a letter from daddy soon, telling us we’re going to see him?” But then when I asked, “Wendy are you fooling me?” “She gave a big smile and said “yist!” I do believe she has a sense of humor, and even now knows how to get me laughing. She has been perfect all day. Darling, darling, darling how do you ever do it - Here I've been crying and trying to write, and the Special man just phoned to tell me he was bringing me another letter - Oh Sweety, if I could just hug you real tight and put my head down on your shoulder for a good happy cry because we were together again. Now I've forgotten every blessed thing I was going to write about. Guess I'll wash my face, have a cigarette [pg 4] and wait for your letter. 9:00 P.M. That was just the kind of a nice long newsy letter I've been reading - Twenty four months - that is a terribly long time. I'm so glad that it doesn't apply to you - I think that would be more than I could take right now. If the March 1st “Far Eastern Survey” arrived I'm sure I sent it to you. Today I received “Pacific Affairs” for March and will send it on as soon as I'm finished with it probably tomorrow or the next day. I guess if the pool is being transferred from Hawaii to the Presidio there is at least some chance that you might get back here for reassignment. You will probably hear more about the proposed language section soon, and in the meanwhile I'll probably be hearing about it too. Even if you just get back to Hawaii - we will have a phone call - but sweety I repeat it is a great comfort [pg 5] to me to know that you are in the Marianas - and mail is good - this letter reached me in four days - and letters recently have been taking five rather than six days. For some reason I haven't received your letter of April 3rd and the pictures in it. I laughed too, at Henry and his scintillating comment on the Corrigans. God bless people like Henry and Jean - they are a really good sort. I haven't seen the Corrigans in ages - tho Dana sees them often. Who the hell is Mrs. Shizaki - just curious that's all. No I didn't buy Thorndike - checked on “God, M and the J” but it hasn't come in yet. Please make “the time will come not to mention other things” happen soon. Funny - I was just going to comment on what a peculiar duck [pg 6] Doris White is! Saw her in town again this afternoon, and got the same cool reception. Makes me feel uncomfortable, but don't guess there is anything I can do, or particularly care to do about it. It is trivial, tho unpleasant. Wendy loves hearing about her daddy too, and she hears a great deal about you all day long. “To bed now, pronto” for me too, just as soon as I bend the hair and give myself a tubbing. I love you deeply and tenderly - I love you for being you. I love you for always- Bobby
