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168 Sunday - 7:00 P.M. - Feb. 18 My dearest darling: Gee, my eyes are tired - I've read five books since Wednesday - “The Pacific World” (a good geography) “Grass Roof” - Younghill Kang (an interesting autobiography of a young Korean student) “And Pass the Ammunition” (Chaplain's story of life on a cruiser during the early part of the Pacific war) “Glimpses of Japan and Formosa” - Franck (written after the last war - greatly out of date, but none the less enjoyable) and “Nor Death Dismay” (European War) None that I would particularly recommend to you except perhaps “Grass Roof” for it's timeliness. I took some sedative last night - fed Wendy through an unpleasant haze at 8:30 this morning - and was reawakened at 10:30 by a knock on the door. It was Walter wanting me to come over and have a drink - The Bensons, Corrigans, Coomers, and Johnstones had planned to go out on a fishing trip early this morning, but the weather [pg 2] was so rough, the skipper wouldn't go out. So---they all came back to the Bensons and planned to spend the day getting a buzz on - Barbara, by the way, was well potted after the first hour - she's getting quite a reputation. I had a hard time trying to convince Walter that I hadn't yet had breakfast - and a drink was just about the last thing I wanted, but I finally got my point across. Walter by the way expects to leave very soon now. In answer to #135 received this morning (I've yet to get #134) I could stand a group of men - or possibly a group of women - but a mixed aggregate of husbands and wives doesn't sit well at all; I'm not anti-social, at least I don't think so - but then I never know what I am from one minute to the next these days. 8:30 Wendy has just gotten to sleep. I let her take a nap from 3-4 this afternoon, and of course she wasn't [pg 3] sleepy when I put her to bed at 5:30. Poor little sweetie almost got a spanking today, but I caught myself in time. Spanking is something I don't ever want to do, but I can see why parents do spank better now than I ever could before - Tisn't much fun to have food spit in my face all the time - and you must admit Wendy is too young to reason with. I suppose it would be best to just take her plate away til she learns not to do it. Think real hard now sweety, and see if you can't figure some way for us to be together before another year - I know so well now what Betty meant when she said, “All I need is a good week of sex with Chet” - That goes for me - but I want all the rest too that goes with having you home again with [pg 4] us. I'm hoping for a long letter real soon to help put me to rights again. Your letters do help me so much, honey. I do depend on them more than anything else. I love you so much - let's hope and pray it will be more than letters very soon- Bobby
