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475 December 2 - Sunday - 9:15 My Dearest Darling: The Standard Hour is ours tonight - they've just finished the 2nd movement of Tchaikovsky's 5th and are doing some [Prokofieff?] now. We got up bright and early this morning and bounced right down to the P.O. to be confronted by a very empty mail box. Dammit - if I don't get some news soon I'm going to pop. We hadn't been home very long when Sharon came over to play. She and Wendy played “store” with the blue letter scale, some empty coke and cologne bottles and a can of talcum powder. As a special treat I let Sharon feed Wendy her lunch. Sharon loved it, and felt very important, but Wendy wasn't impressed. [pg 2] This afternoon I wrapped Christmas presents, and it was quite a job with Wendy tangling in the ribbon, and getting all stuck up with stickers. Oh sweety - I suppose if your relief had arrived, I would have had a cable by now. I hate to think that even tentative plans and hopes have gotten fouled up, so that you won't be home as soon as you’d thought. But then, I guess nothing ever goes off smoothly or as quickly as anticipated, and I will try not to be too disappointed by whatever news I may get from you this week. Now to pick up Wendy, and then I think I'll go right to bed to make tomorrow come faster. As our daughter learned to say this morning - “I dud du” - Bobby
