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86 Thursday Dec. 7 8:00 P.M. You haven't set our Christmas date yet- My dearest darling: I'm missing you particularly tonight - the war news is so discouraging - the commentators all pessimistic - and as a result people here are all feeling low. It's a very catching feeling and spreads rapidly. The diplomatic situation is quite serious and I'm anxious to see what stand, if any Russia takes. Hate to think of the word -wide mess there is going to be soon. Why the hell don't people realize that share and share alike will never work - and that the great powers will always be striving to outdo each other. I'm glad Steltinus is in - even if it does mean fireworks - perhaps there will be some action now. Ordered Wendy's high chair over the phone this morning from Holmans - the kind Carl Chard had that turns into a table and chair. Our subscription to Time turned out to be Life - will write Muz tonight. I’d much rather have Time, but it won't make much difference because I get them both anyway. No mail from you - makes me [pg 2] feel so empty, but guess it can't be helped. Wendy and I set out for Helen Wilson's on the 2:30 bus. She has a cute house on the Point - and of course it looks right out on the ocean. There were some girls I liked - one a Navy wife with three sons, the last two 7 mo. old twins. We had a good afternoon - not at all stuffy - and Helen fed us sandwiches avocado and lemon juice, and cream cheese with grated nuts, marble cake and tea. Her daughter Nicky is delightful and was quite taken with Wendy. She hauled out two teddy bears, and a [bath ball?] much to Wendy's delight. Wendy behaved beautifully - staring at each guest intently and then smiling finally laughing. She is so precious. Oh honey I'm so scared. My hand is shaking so I can hardly write. That damn stable man was just here looking for Paula - Damn fool- she just doesn't have any sense. I was as curt as I could be - hope he doesn't come around again - don't like that set up at all. This morning I went over to Mrs. Price's to see if I could return the ice box so I’d have room for the high chair. There is a [?] Navy couple living there named Mulligan - He's a pilot - has been out and is going out again in a few weeks. They have a son Pat [pg 3] who is almost a year old. Don't know their first names yet, tho I think the wife's is Marge - she knows Robinson (Language School) and told me that they now have a son and are living in Washington. Gosh I still am upset - guess I'll go to bed and drink some hot milk. Damn it all - what the hell am I doing here alone - sometimes I wonder. I love you darling - hurry home to me Bobby
