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395 September 11 - Tuesday - 8:30 P.M. My Dearest Darling: As I was sitting here this evening eating dinner and thinking especially of you, the phone rang and it was Western Union to give me your EFM - The operator and I both burst out laughing as she read it - and she promised me a copy when I stop by tomorrow - I forgot to ask her when it had been sent, but I'll find out soon. I was particularly thinking of you, and how tonight especially you should have been home for dinner. Sweety, I cooked my first real dinner since you left - Why I don't know, except maybe my subconscious was telling me to [pg 2] practice up for you. I cooked my first lamb roast - 5 lbs - and honestly, it wasn't a bit hard - Also browned mashed potatoes, cauliflower, lettuce and tomato salad with French dressing, Birds-eye sweet cherries, and pound cake. Of course Wendy and I will probably eat lamb twice a day for a whole week now til we are thoroughly sick of it. And sweety - I chased SNAKES our on the patio this morning - nasty, slithering bright green ones. I poured boiling water over one, and he disappeared right quick. That will teach them to sun themselves outside our house. Helen brought me your letter mailed just after you got back from Saipan. I was glad to know why I had had no mail - nothing between the 2nd and 6th, and I'm [pg 3] still minus several way back letters. This afternoon we went down to the beach again. Tho the water sound calm on the surface, there was an exceptionally strong undertow. I have to watch Wendy every second, because her little legs fly and she rears straight for the first wave. She wore a little yellow sunsuit with crossed straps in back, and it looked wonderful with her tan. Packed one Christmas box for you today, but it isn't quite ready for mailing yet. I wish I could pack up Wendy and myself and send us to you. Walter has written Scot and asked them to write to the War Dept. and ask for him to be released. That guy sure doesn't [pg 4] let a chance slip by! When I went into the bedroom to pick up Wendy after her nap I found her leaving over the top side of her crib spitting to the floor! I thought only little boys did things like that. I couldn't help but laugh, and of course Wendy joined in, tho she almost “wee-wee’d” in her panties before I got her to the benjo. And by the way, the green pen is still her most favorite plaything, and in the evening I have to go searching all over the house to find it so that I can write- Til tomorrow, darling - I love you - Bobby
