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348 July 27 - Friday - 6:15 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Two good letters from you today, one of them Special. Again you anticipate my thoughts! For the past week or so I've been thinking that I’d ask whether or not you’d come any nearer a decision as to our future plans. The only reason I didn't was because I didn't want you to think that I was losing any sleep over it, because I'm not. And what's more I don't like this new bottle of ink - its supposed to be Carter's blue-black, but looks awfully blue to me. Sweety, I like your latest ideas best of all. I’d lean [pg 2] toward a government job, because not only would it give us a certain amount of freedom, but also financial security, and if we’re going to have a good sized family that's important, tho of course not all important. I've realized right along that sooner or later you’d feel as if you should take advantage of the educational opportunities offered in the “GI Bill of Rights”. But darling, we don't have any income to live off of while you’re studying, and I don't want you to work and study at the same time - its too much of a drain. If I could help out, perhaps it would be different, but I'm not trained for anything, and what's more Wendy [pg 3] needs me, and will continue too. I'm not at all in favor of nursery school. I'll be waiting eagerly to hear what the U.S. Employment Service has to say. As for where we’d live. I'm sure we’d love living outside of Washington. I'm familiar with the country thereabouts, and the climate is good. I hope we won't have to live in any city. Its your choice tho sweety, and I want you to do whatever you think best. Just one thing tho, lets be sure we can do it all ourselves - I don't want us to have to borrow from M and F or anyone else. Darling, Wendy and I are hoping so hard that you will be home for the launching of the new snow [pg 4] suit and hat and coat. The war news sounds good, but I refuse to be overly optimistic. On the strength of other MG already back, and the time they were out, I can't help thinking about your getting home soon tho. You’re really being swamped with bead sets aren't you? How bout sending the three sets - one each for Muz, M and Jean - to me to be included in their Christmas packages? Wendy is a very satisfactory baby. She is so cunning - plump and bright-eyed. I could sit by the hour and watch her walk. She starts slowly, gains momentum as she goes and usually ends up smack on her sit down - just to get up and start all [pg 5] over again. 8:00 P.M. We were sorry to hear that Wendy's piece of birthday cake didn't reach you in edible condition. Probably, if the package had reached you in the usual three weeks it would have been alright. Yes, I did paint the top of the box - with the same paint I used to decorate Wendy's birthday chair. The esprit - or what have you - I had while Helen was here was a welcome outlet, tho not directly responsible for the EFM - I planned that several weeks ago. One morning at breakfast we tried to teach Wendy to say fuck'em, but without any luck. Wendy just looked at us, and continued to smear [pg 6] more buttered toast over her face. It is highly improper - tho that's scarcely a strong enough word - that I should miss beautiful nights out there with you. The white flower - does smell like honeysuckle - one of my favorite scents. Here's the Bond Street you asked for. Incidently I haven't opened the Ginger perfume - tho I sniff at it often. I like it especially well, and feel as if it really belongs to me. I've gotten together a nice little collection of perfume and cologne and I'm looking forward to buying my going up to San Francisco suit etc. soon - just as soon as you tell me when. When Helen and [pg 7] I were discussing the matter of meeting husbands, clothes etc. she said why bother with clothes? I agreed, but reminded her gently that neither of us could travel up to the city dressed in a black chiffon negligee, and to that, she reluctantly agreed. Me, I like dressing up for you, because its fun, and you are always appreciative, and what more it's a pleasant prelude. I think I understand now your feeling about subtlety better than I ever did. I can't explain to you darling, just how I feel, but won't be no trouble at all to show you, and even thinking about it makes me feel all shivery and expectant inside. [pg 8] Hiram Walker at 95¢ a fifth sounds incredible! Right now we have on hand a fifth of brandy, pint of crème de menthe, unopened Santerne, opened burgundy, sherry, and part of a fifth of Imperial. Before you get home, I’d like to get a $7.50 bottle of Cointreau, more wine, fifth of run, and a couple of bottles of Three Feathers or Imperial - Any other suggestions? Outside of your letters, this has been a very dull day. This afternoon we walked around town with Helen and Bob. I wish Marge Mulligan or someone like her was around for me to be with. I miss younger people, particularly those I have [pg 9] something in common with. Wendy's tenth tooth is almost in. It's amazing how she grows. I noticed yesterday when I put on her socks that she was getting ankles! Now that she is walking she is losing much of the baby fat on her legs. Her feet are small and quite narrow, but very nicely shaped. She has a lovely tan now, and several people around town have commented on it. Her hair is still fair, but her eyelashes are very dark, so I imagine she will turn into a brunette ultimately. If her eyes stay as blue as they are now - the contrast will be striking. [pg 10] The living room looks so cosy tonight. I have a fire going in the fireplace - salmon colored gladioli on the piano and mantle, and the green and crystal goblet filled with leaves and geraniums on the deck. I do hope sweety, that we can share this little house for a week at least after you get back. Think I'll read and enjoy the fire - perhaps with some music, and then go to bed. I love you very much darling - Bobby
