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207 March 27 - 9:15 P.M. Tuesday My Beloved Darling: Another mailess day - but I should have a good haul any time now. Wendy and I met up with Dana and Mike in town this morning and we went on a shopping spree to find something to send Nancy. Finally settled on a cunning light pink courderoy jacket, which she will able to wear next Fall. I forgot to tell you that yesterday a woman came up to me in the Post Office to ask if I was Wendy's mother. She said she had often admired little sweetie, and thought she was one of the prettiest babies she had ever seen. She also said that she remembered seeing us together last September- The sulfa hasn't done me any good, but perhaps it hasn't had time [pg 2] enough. I've had no reaction, except to feel very tired today. Dana had a letter from Mrs. Zeigler, whose husband is in Washington. She said that the L.S. men were gradually being sent out. When we got home at noon, I discovered that someone had picked all the flowers in our garden - that really did make me mad, but there is nothing I can do about it. Our bank balance ($170) came out right with the statement! We’re getting there slowly, but it sure takes a hell of a long time. Bobbie came over to play with Wendy this afternoon, and I had them both in the kitchen while I baked a batch of cookies. He couldn't quite understand how cookies could possibly be the end product of what I was putting together in the mixing bowl. However, he was thoroughly convinced by the time [pg 3] I gave him a napkin wrapped package to take home with him. Wendy doesn't seem to be having any reaction to her shot yet. She has started opening any drawers she can reach, and does it with a concentrated expression on her face. It delights me to see her stand on tippy toe, so as not to miss anything going on. Her little well rounded legs are priceless, and her feet quite tiny - I can hardly wait for her to grow into the huraches which arrived today. Darling, I am missing you so much - it doesn't get a bit easier. I don't guess I ever really expected it to. Haven't given up hope that you will find some way to get home to us before next March. Please keep trying, even if you do feel that it is hopeless. I do so much need to know that you are trying. I love you so much, and it is so [pg 4] hard to have you away. This is such crazy mixed up world now - its hard to make any sense of anything. The one thing I am sure of is that you mean everything in the world to me, and that I love being a part of you, and sharing life with you. Goodnight my darling - Bobby 27/43 We worked in the garden almost all afternoon and got half of it spaded. Dinner with the Underwoods and then to see “Moon and Sixpence.” Our second movie in Boulder. 27/44 Rain and more rain - lunch at French restaurant - Took a four room apartment at 419 W. 119th St. Brief visit with the Kneuball’s - dinner at Schraffts.
