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257 May 11- 6:30 P.M. Friday Dearly Beloved: Each time I walk down to the Post Office at night, I vow it will be the last, but it never is. Last night was the blackest one yet, and nary a bit of mail did I have. Helen fed me a Rum and Coke when I got back, and I slept thru til 9:30. I've been awfully jumpy recently, and troubled with nightmares. Before we got started downtown this morning, Mrs. Price came over and brought me a bouquet of white marguerites and deep red geraniums - it was lovely. Finally got the pictures to send off to Janie Mook. Sweety, I'm afraid I rather gummed things up. In attempt to simplify the order [pg 2] for the printer, I cut out the negatives I wanted reprinted so that there would be no errors. But, two of the negatives got lost, and I doubt whether they will find them. Its so damned hard to get anything done properly now. This afternoon we spent the whole time down at the beach with Helen, Gerry, Bobbie and Dickie. Wendy is really beginning to enjoy playing in the sand. I walked her down to the waters edge, but we couldn't stay very long because it was so windy. My face smarts now from a combination of the sun and wind. Received #214 this afternoon - the one about the U.S.O. show, and was very much amused at your reaction - I'll bet it was good to see Gertie L. - she's been one of [pg 3] my favorites every since I saw “Lady in the Dark” - I will make for you, darling, just wait and see - I wish to hell it could be soon. When we got home, Wendy and I packed a box for you which you are not to open til Father's Day, which I believe is June 17th. Saw hibiscus growing for the first time today - a lovely salmon pink - would have picked one to send you, but the plants were growing in someone's garden. 10:00 P.M. Have just finished rereading your Mothers Day Special for the second time. I began it with a smile, survived it despite violent trembling all over, and ended up “in a sweat” No, I guess I can't take it too well - Strange, all evening I've been wanting you terribly much, and letting my imagination run wild-and darling, this little epistle doesn't help a bit, tho [pg 4] I am smiling while the tears run down my face, and the corners of my mouth twitch. I'm an eagerly waiting, apt student - just please make it the very first second you can. I'm sending you a special message right now - can you feel it? Always I am alive and eager for you, beloved, come to me soon - I'm yours darling. I take you with all my being, Bobby
