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47 Wednesday Nov. 1 8:00 P.M. My darling: You will be relieved to hear that I had a letter from Muz this morning - she says she's quite comfortable, but not particularly looking forward to her days in bed. The doctor seems to think she will be able to walk again by next summer. Mama has decided to come to Memphis despite the fact that Mu will have to be under the care of a private or I guess practical nurse. I wish we could be there, but then, it would probably just add to the confusion. There was no mail from you today, but then I wasn't really expecting any. It's been a beautiful day - this afternoon Marge and I wheeled the babies downtown and put a blanket down on the park grass and let Jeff and Wendy have a sunning. Wendy laughs at Jeff, but he never cracks a smile at her. He likes to play with her rattle, but she just holds on tightly and looks at him. Paula Keaney left two weeks ago for a weekend, but never came [pg 2] back so the house next door is still empty. I bought a scrapbook while we were downtown, and I'm going to start it tonight with the things you sent from Hawaii. Since we can't afford a new book, I've started reading ‘the Beards’ I'm so glad you left it with me. There is much talk here, on the radio and in the papers about the Chinese situation. I'm glad it's finally blown into the open - perhaps somehow or other everything will be straightened out, at least politically. Honey, I'm making out alright here in Carmel, but I don't like living alone this way. If I knew that you would be back in a year, I think I could stick it out, but unless you very much want me to stay here, I don't want to. Just what I’d do, I don't know. If you think you will be gone longer than 18 mo. Just answer this letter by starting out with yes - if not no. It's a hard question for you [pg 3] to answer, but surely by now you must have some idea. I can't see living like this indefinitely with no end in sight - it's too lonely and depressing. Don't worry about it dearest, just help me find a workable plan for living until you come home. I know N.Y. is not the solution, and obviously I can't go to Memphis - nor do I know of anyone who might want to share a house with me for the duration. To more letters now - the scrapbook, and then to bed. We send you all our love, and a big kiss from each of us. Bobby
