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361 August 9 - Thursday - 6:55 P.M. My Dearest Darling Sweety: M-mmm, but the news is good - feels like the week before V-E Day. Its slow torture to listen to the radio for any length of time - its continuously “We interrupt this program for a special bulletin!” etc. etc. The air is thick with peace rumors, but I think they are just a little premature, tho we shouldn't have too long to wait. Last night I couldn't get to sleep for hours - guess I was excited and didn't know it, and this morning I woke up at five, and couldn't get back to sleep. Don't really expect that you will get home for Christmas, but its wonderful to know that when you get home you won't be going [pg 2] out again. Even the most conservative commentators don't give Japan very long, and are speaking in terms of days and weeks, rather than months. Here comes President Truman - it ain't going to be an exciting speech, I can see that right now. Wendy has been very independent today. She walks all around the house inside and out, and doesn't want me to hold her hand. This afternoon she walked all the way back from Grammy's alone, tho I stood by in case she should need me. Its unbelievable that she's able to navigate so well. Today she stayed dry all day, and when she had to go said “wee-wee,” “wee-wee” in a worried sort of a little way - tho even if she hadn't said anything I would [pg 3] have guessed from the way she walked - sort of a funny side - step up til recently I had to take her to the bathroom every hour. I saw Ramona this morning at the Post Office - she's taking Sammy's place for a week while he is on vacation - and she asked for you. The other gal working there is a complete dud - fat and lazy and without any imagination. We had hoped to go downtown to the beach this afternoon, but the fog rolled in. However, the sun was out for an hour or so while Wendy was napping, and I stretched out on the patio to take advantage of it. Two letters from you today - tho I'm sure one of them came [pg 4] in last night - Your letters are averaging five days, a few four. 8:45 Have just finished the dishes after a dinner of scrambled eggs and bacon, fruit, gingersnaps and milk. My meal hours are all out of kilter- 9:30, 1:30, 7:30, but t'won't be no trouble at all to readjust! If you haven't already corrected it, you are 10 numbers behind - you skipped back from 292 to 283 - should have been 293. I do tell Wendy all about you darling, and how you will play with her - toss her up in the air and all sorts of wonderful things. I throw her around a good bit, and she loves it, but she's getting too heavy for me to handle . We’re going to read “The Razor's Edge” and lots of other books when you get home. I wish that very much, and tho I'm [pg 5] reading at a terrific rate, it isn't the same. Of course I was delighted to hear that Chuck had gotten in touch with you, and I'll be waiting eagerly to hear all about his visit. I'm quite sure you will like him, and I know you would like Marge - I first met them early last November - I'm sure I must have mentioned it before December - Not to be overly curious - but Chuck couldn't be messing around with anything like B’29's could he? Or am I completely off the track? And sweety - just who the hell were you calling naïve a few months back??? But of course I couldn't really be sure that you two would meet! You speak of my letters, being better than yours - I'm glad they satisfy. I never have been much [pg 6] good at expressing myself in writing, and always feel as if my letters are inadequate. Your letters seem so vividly you - they mean all the world to me, darling. Won't it be wonderful to burst together? You talk on MG sounds like fun, and I am proud of you sweety, even if it was just a small source of satisfaction. Have you received Wendy's last snapshots? Seems to me I mailed them a long while ago. Come to me in my dreams tonight Tinker, and love me up - I need you so much - And love you so very much - Bobby
