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392 September 8 - Saturday - 7:15 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Just as I was in the midst of cleaning house, getting Bob out from underfoot, and preparing Wendy's lunch- George Clark arrived quite unexpectedly. He got here at one and stayed til 4:30. It was foggy out, so Wendy and Bob stayed indoors, and between the two of them, I didn't have a chance to find out nearly all I wanted to. We had two drinks, and then Helen stopped by on her way to town, and we had another. George just returned to CASA two days ago after a fifteen day leave spent on his family's New [pg 2] Hampshire farm. Now that the men are back, no one seems to know what to do with them. They've been told that they may go out in six weeks, but George rather doubts that he will go out at all. The whole business is such a damn mess. He said something about overseas duty being worth ¼ pt. a month. If that should be true you would have enough points. If you could get a discharge immediately, but being out of the country it will probably take longer. It isn't a bit encouraging - tho I realize that at this stage in the game, the picture may change overnight. I was glad George stopped by, but would have liked it better if he had picked [pg 3] a more opportune time. Darling, I love you so - just talking with another man makes me realize how much you mean to me. As if to emphasize my thoughts, as I was getting Wendy ready for bed, the radio played “Dearly Beloved.” Little sweetie was so cunning this afternoon - she was quite entranced with the gold buttons on George's uniform. Dreamt of you last night - we were in a wonderful smelling bakery, and you bought me a whopping big box of cookies. No mail today - its been very bad since the Japanese surrender, but guess there isn't anything we can do about it. 9:20 Br-r-r, but its cold and damp [pg 4] tonight, and my head is aching from too much liquor, and not enough food. Wendy is thumping around in her crib - I must go in now to cover her up, and then go to bed myself. Goodnight darling - I love you very much - Bobby
