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358 August 6 - Monday 8:45 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Today's news of the atomic bomb is astounding. It sounds like something out of a super-duper radio thriller, and frightens me when I think of what such a discovery might mean in terms of future years. I wonder if it will hasten the end of the war - surely it must. No mail from you since Saturday - Helen and Bob have gone to the movies, perhaps they will pick up something for me on the way home. In the morning mail I received “The Thurber Carnival” from Helen and I'm delighted to have it - would you like me to send it on to you? Tonight I read “The Honorable [pg 2] Picnic” Its an odd little book - I don't recall now what you had to say about it after reading- Saw Gerry today, and she mentioned your seeing Reinie- the ice box episode, and how he had amused the men on his ward with it, and he wrote too, that you had showed him pictures of Wendy in her kimono. Speaking of pictures - I've decided not to have my picture taken for your birthday present, unless you particularly want it. For one thing I’d have to have my hair done, and I’d rather wait til just before you come home. Anyway, I don't photograph very well, and would rather send you good snapshots - But darling its up to you, and I'll do whatever you want me to. [pg 3] This afternoon I shopped for Muz’s birthday present. Could only find two white slips, and didn't like either. I finally decided on a bottle of Hattie Carnegie perfume, and sent it from the three of us. Marcia's birthday is on the 14th and for her I got a red leather compact. Shopping gets increasingly difficult, and the prices are outrageous. Despite ceiling prices, many stores are getting two and three times the prices they should. Food prices are bad too, and even now are on the up grade. Wendy behaved beautifully while I was shopping, and as a reward I bought her an angel food cupcake, which she [pg 4] ate with great relish. She just loves anything sweet, which means I guess that we’re going to have to keep the candy box way out of the way. This morning she woke up coughing at five, but went back to sleep as soon as I’d given her a few drops of cough syrup. I asked Gerry what she thought might be the cause, and she seemed to feel quite sure that it was just a teething symptom. My foot is sore today, but I think its going to be alright, and there are no signs of infection. Wednesday I'm leaving Wendy with Grammy, and plan to go over to Monterey to apply for a new ration book. I'm not going to replace the rest of [pg 5] the things I was far enough ahead on cigarets anyway, and manage to get a pack or two each week here in town. I'm only smoking four or five cigarets a day. Sleepy time now - one more news broadcast, and then I'm going to bed. I love you darling - with all my heart - Bobby
