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420 October 5 - Friday - 9:30 P.M. My Dearest Darling: No mail again today- such dreary days when there isn't any, and so many questions as I've asked you that I'm waiting to be answered. We had some real excitement around noon, when a big brush fire started down the block. Everything is so dry, and catches in nothing flat. Fortunately there was no damage - just lots of bustle and confusion. Helen saw Doris White yesterday and she relayed the news that John is on Palau, and Doris expects him home in March - [pg 2] Will was slated for Iwo, but when he got to Pearl the powers that be decided there wasn't any point in sending him there - whether they sent him someplace else, or whether he's still sitting I don't know. I had a letter from Helen F this morning and was disappointed to learn that she wasn't coming west as planned, at least not in the near future. She hasn't had mail from Charles since he left Tinian, as far as I can figure out from what she says. Am beginning to feel like a real hypochondriac, but something seems to be wrong with my innards, and I'm still plagued with those damn pains in my chest. Could be in the [pg 3] head, at least partly, but I wish to hell it would clear itself up. The button-nose has been very good today. She loves the woven bag you sent her. She doesn't fill them up - likes me to do that part, but she adores emptying them - taking her treasures out one at a time: red smashed celluloid duck, bit of cooky, doll, bits of bright wood, a worn out sunbonnet, New Years rattle (present from Bob) etc. etc. etc.-----the possibilities are endless. Sleepy time now, and tomorrow is another day. I love you - Bobby
