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447 November 2 - Friday - 8:25 P.M. My Dearest Darling: You won't get the letter I wrote last night, because I didn't mail it. I was feeling very disheartened, and low in general when I wrote and when I got in bed and started to think about what I’d written I decided the letter wasn't worth sending off- forgive me Sweety? Wendy was completely delightful last night. She woke up while I was undressing, so I took her into bed with me for a few minutes. I started to talk, and she was unusually quiet. Finally I asked, “Aren't you interested?” - and she replied “No!” That should have been my cue, but I went on talking [pg 2] until all of a sudden little sweetie came out with “night’, nigh’” put her thumb in her mouth and went to sleep! I'm quite sure she didn't really know what it was all about, but she certainly acted as tho she did. You will be glad to hear that Wendy is drinking her milk all by herself now out of a glass, and without any fussing. It all came about very naturally, just as soon as I stopped paying any attention to her - let her dabble and spill all she wanted to, til she got it out of her system. The Bensons are leaving on the 17th, and are going to live in Chicago - the one place Helen didn't want to settle. Walter as usual is hell bent for election, and [pg 3] already they've started to pack. Was very glad to hear that Reni had gotten in trouble with you, and that you both had dinner together. Sweety, I know you won't mind if I give the second air medal to Gary instead of Bob. Bob has all sorts of things, but Gary doesn't have any daddy to send him things. Mr. Goramsen, from what little I heard, left Joan just a few days after Gary was born. It's a damn shame, because Gary is a wonderful youngster. However, with his personality, and the mother he has, he can't help but come out on top. I know he'll be delighted with the medal, and since he and Dickie are constant companions, they will have [pg 4] a lot of fun out of them together. Tomorrow, I've offered to garden for Grammy, because she doesn't seem to be able to get anyone to help her out. Its not much I can do, but I shall enjoy working out in the sun. Darling, I'm trying hard to be patient, but its hard, doubly so, because I'm the last one in our little group who doesn't have her husband home or on the way - But it will be your turn soon, so lets be optimistic and still count on Christmas, then if you don't make it, it will practically be time anyway, and in the meanwhile I will have been happy, and will continue to be. I do love you darling - love me? Bobby
