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163 Tuesday - Feb. 13 - 8:15 P.M My dearest darling: Still no mail-think I will walk down at 10:00, but I'm not looking forward to it. Last night even tho the Seconal made me feel drowsy I didn't get to sleep for a long time. You won't believe this! Wendy can walk half way across the living room if I hold her hands. She lifts first leg and then the other, bending at the knee and setting her foot down firmly - Her legs are so short, and chubby it seems hardly possible. I met Barbara C. downtown this afternoon, and practically her first words were ‘Well it looks as if George is going to be here for months.’ Evidently the Boulder men are on some sort of a staff writing up glossaries - I had to have coffee, and listen to plans Barbara was making for a picnic with George tonight - I was so mad [pg 2] I could have beat on her - poor girl, it isn't her fault that you were the one picked to go out. I forgot to tell you that yesterday some florist called me up and said he wanted some information. I think he had the wrong number - and I tried to be helpful and tell him so - but he broke in with “Little girl is your mother home.” That did it, and I told him in my most formal voice that I was Mrs. W.R. J. and I was sure he had the wrong number - C'est la guerre - Well anyway that's what everything is blamed on. Spoke to Agnes M. for awhile this morning. She hasn't been able to take any pictures of Pam yet, so I volunteered to see what I could do the next sunny day - Wendy is going to donate her bottle warmer - not to taking pictures! I bought a pair of pink felt shoes, like Wendy's white ones to take down. [pg 2] Last night I had almost convinced myself that you would be able to find some way of getting home. But, today I feel discouraged again. Every time I think of it, the chance seems too slim to possibly come about. However, you do seem to order things just right, so I'm not losing all hope yet. I do love you very, very much Bobby 13/43 Dinner at Waynes and Language School St. Valentine's dance - can still fit into my wedding outfit! 13/44 You wrote - I got mad because B. chattered too much before and during breakfast, spent all day making up; that same bundle of vitality has already scraped and saddle-soaped virtually all of our pirate's trunk, a substantial job; phoned M and F for a chat on N.Y. apt. hunting, then lit out for some inconsequential - despite Rosaline Russell movie, I'm down with a full-fledged cold. Bob is combing Kekko and Bob Crosby orchestra has just played [Lamzeedotezandozadoats?]
