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2632 Woodley Place Monday 5:50 p.m. The dry cleaner just thought this might come in handy. My darling - The “letter” I began Friday (amounting to less than a page of disconnected and episodic bits) reposes where I left it this morning with the intention of finishing it during the day - in my desk drawer at the office. It's no loss, I assure you; I'll just start over. I didn't write last night because reading on the train had given me a splitting headache and I went right to bed (and had a good night's sleep), not reading per se, I should explain, but reading tensely with such complete absorption in the book, and without skipping a word or stopping briefly to rest my eyes, that I felt exhausted when I arrived. “Seventh Cross” is a good story and well-written. I still have half of it to read and look forward to it. Again it was a lovely bit of a weekend - just think, darling, it won't be so very long before I'm home to stay. I do think the W. Robinson (male or female) [pg 2] idea is best after all. I really do secretly like having my name perpetuated if it should be a boy. We can certainly think of an adequate nickname in due time. And if it's Wendy, I think I’d be just as happy to have the first boy named Warren David and the second Douglas Carpen. Furthermore, I've been saying “Wendy W[?] J.” over to myself and think I’d like that if the first is a boy. What do you think of it when you get used to it? Aunt Kate was pleased to get your note. I didn't stop for more than a greeting and to leave the check (which I've acknowledged by postcard) for her to cash at her bank tomorrow. I wanted to have my shower and change, as well as to write you this note, before Hugh and Toni came by. Fortunately, they’re a little later than usual. (Speak of the devil, they just whistled.) Now we are at table and about to have spare ribs and some delicious coleslaw (when I told you about it last time we ate here I think I called it sauerkraut.) I'm going to phone you in an hour or so. Hope you’re home! By now, Sweetie W.
