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431 October 15 - Monday - 9:15 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Such a time as I've been having. Last night suddenly I got another spell like the one I had in New York - remember the time you phoned Mrs. Couture about a doctor? This was a really bad one, and I got to the fainting stage so I went over to Helen's, because I didn't want to pass out cold here alone. She got me down on the couch, and gave me some stuff, but it just made me feel sick to my tummy, tho some hot tea relieved the chill. I stayed for awhile, and when I felt stronger came home and got into bed. I just couldn't seem to break it, so [pg 2] after Helen phoned about midnight I took a Seconal capsule and finally got to sleep. This morning I woke up steadier but very weak, and as soon as I feel off, I was fine. Something must be out of kilter, or else my nerves are badly jangled. I think when I go over to Dr. Manner, the gynecologist, for some new equipment, I'll have him check and see if everything is alright. I hope I don't get another spell like that, because it is very frightening, and makes me feel so helpless. Two letters from you today, and now I'm all up to date thru #341 of Oct. 9. I'm glad you have a radio in your quarters - You must feel very civilized -[pg 3] I had to laugh when you closed your letters “School bells ringing and I'm late” - reminded me of the letters I used to write home from camp to M and F “there goes the whistle, and I have to go to lunch.” When I listened to the World Spins, I wondered if you were too, and you were! I hope you are off Tinian, before the place is “lousy with gold braid.” I imagine the jump from j.g. is 18 months, too bad it had to be a false alarm. M sent me some scrumptious sheer stockings which arrived today, and gradually I am getting my clothes in order for you. I think Walter is the prize nit wit - He sent home two sea bags of his gear including a rifle and live shells, besides [pg 4] being stupid to begin with, he's crazy to have stuff like that around Bob- who's prime delight is trying things out to see if they work. That's his business tho. I'm glad you send us baskets, and kimonos. I'm glad you are my husband, and I love you very much. This afternoon I was singing “bye bye bunting daddy's gone a’hunting” to little sweetie, and she started to try and sing along with me. She loves music, and any sort of tinkling sounds like ice, and bells, perhaps she will be musically inclined. To bed early tonight, and a good rest. I wanted you so terribly much, but it was good to have your sweater around me- Sweety darling - tell me that you’re coming home soon. I love you. Bobby
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