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248 Thursday 9:15 P.M. May 3- My Darling Assistant Education Officer: OK, OK, ---I give up - you win - Sweety - I haven't laughed so hard or consistently since you left. The S.M. just brought me - well about fifteen minutes ago - and I've been laughing ever since, your special communication - It's a work of art and (after making a copy to send Janie Mook) I'm going to tack it up above our bed - so at long last there will be something for me to laugh about- I propose one change - suppose I underline anything that wants an immediate answer - you’d never get the answers in space I’d allot - well, you wouldn't, would you? Please thank Charley for his felicitations and also Arthur Smith, and [pg 2] Tel for joining in your little plot - such a communication is a real shot in the arm - even as I write I can feel the smile and twinkle in my eyes. 10:00 Just came back from the Post Office with #209 - its inky black out, but I hop skipped, and didn't mind at all. When you get back to our [?]-by-the-Casa, I'm going to take you for a night walk around town. Oh so many things we’re going to do - along and with Wendy. This afternoon I ironed and sacheted my nighties, and put them away in the box. I'm going to feel really elegant when I get to wear them again after wearing pajamas and your blue bathrobe for such a long time. The indications you speak of might turn out to be almost anything [pg 3] as far as we’re concerned. Just one thing darling - if you ever should find yourself on your way home - please try to let me know beforehand - I do like surprizes, but I just couldn't take your walking in the front door unexpectedly - besides - anticipation is a big part of the fun. Glad to hear plastic case, Wendy's shoes and film arrived. Packages each way, seem to take just about a month. Joan C. looks just like her pictures - when I saw her she was sitting in her station wagon, with two young sons romping in the back. I'm starved -but resigned-and I find thinking back on the past as a promise to the future is a big help. So saying-she hands up her hair, turns out the light, locks the [pg 4] door-peeks under the bed (doesn't see anything but dust) shivers over a glass of sherry, and turns the night light out - after whispering- Goodnight my precious darling - sweet dreams-please come home very soon - I love you terribly much- Bobby
