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319 Sunday July 1 - 12:05 P.M. My Darling: You will be shocked as I was to learn this morning that little Nancy Moore died two weeks ago. Betty writes that when the baby was eight weeks old the doctor told them that she had been born with a three chambered, instead of four heart, an enlarged liver, and various other abnormalities. She started to gain toward the end, but then the heart proved too much for her. I feel so badly about it, and wish there was more I could do, beside write a letter. John is teaching summer school, and as soon as he is thru the middle of August they plan to [pg 2] go to Wellesley and Woods Hole for a month. They have a friend they think is on Saipan, and he has asked for your address: Capt. Arthur Colwin 0-922604 HQ, 314 Bomb Wing APO 246, Unit 2 San Francisco This morning the pajamas arrived along with your letter and latest song. This one is pretty [?], but it didn't shake me to my foundation(s)! I’d love to hear it sung. I hope you are not disappointed that I feel more of the masculine lust for such things, instead of the usual feminine decorum. I'm awfully glad to have the pajamas again - the ones I'm wearing now smell like cinnamon, nutmeg, pepper, poultry seasoning [pg 3] etc - of course the spices packed in the barrel all spilled - 8:45 P.M. Now I really do have a burn! We went down to the beach again this afternoon, and I sting all over tonight - looks funny too - red-brown face, chest and arms, then a bare strip - red midroof - another white space and tan legs. This time I hope I don't lose what I've worked so hard to get. Stopped by to see Jerry and the new house they morning. Its very attractive, and has loads of possibilities - a lawn outside and a picket fence I've promised to help whitewash. Walter is settled on Okinawa, was trying desperately to be put on inactive duty. He writes that most of the other men are trying [pg 4] for the same thing. Also writes that Army MG is pulling out of there and is to be replaced entirely by Navy personnel. Thank you for the movie passes - how I wish we could use them. Won't it be fun to take Wendy to her first movie? I'm trying to teach her to say “pretty”. The nearest she gets to it is “pitty.” Now she flushes the john by leaning back and reaching up for the handle - guess it won't be too long before she's able to side down herself, and come running in to have her panties pulled up! Just an hour sweety, and I can go to sleep in your pajamas. I've had that pleasant little feeling of expectancy all day. Dream of me darling, I'm going to try awfully hard to dream of you. I love you Tinker- Bobby
