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268 Saturday 9:15 P.M. May 19 My Dearly Beloved Two letters from you today - the 15th and 16th. No Specials for over a week, and each night I forget til 9:30 - but it gives me something to keep looking forward to. Just came back from dinner with Helen and Bobbie. I [c?ed] the points for the leg of lamb, aspic salad and chocolate eclairs for dessert. While Helen cooked the lamb, and added mashed potatoes, Birdseye pear and coffee. Remember Wendy's little pink china shoes? I'm filling them up with red [paints?] so that we can really feast when you get home. Speaking of getting home - If the war should end by the first of the year, do you still [pg 2] think you will get leave after 18 months? And, do you have any idea as to how long after the war the Navy will keep you? Of course I'm terribly interested in what kind of a job you’re going to have when you get out of the Navy. I hope that wherever we live, it won't be right in a city. And I also hope we'll be able to have a house of our own even if we have to rent - I have a strong aversion to apartments, or sharing a house with another family. Sweety, I haven't been underlining, because it's so hard to know what I want answered. Best of all I like to have you make running comments on what I write, especially about Wendy and our plans for the future. I [pg 3] will try to underline tho - I do think its probably the most satisfactory plan. My mail seems to be reaching you in good time, no? Had a pleasant letter from Helen Coolidge this afternoon saying that we could plan on keeping this house til next March. I don't quite know what to do. I would like to have a larger place, better furnished, and with storage space so that I could get out stuff out of Mr. [Wermuth's?] (did you ever get your professional books?) On the other hand it would be quite a job for me to move without your help, and I’d sort of like to have you in this house for a week at least, to make up for all the lonliness of having you away - even if this bed has a horrible squeaks, I wish you’d [pg 4] help me decide. In the meanwhile I'll write Miss Coolidge, and tell her I can't make any definite plans at present. Last night I woke up at 2:00, after dreaming that huge waves were breaking over the house. It was pouring out, one of the hardest rains I've ever heard. All I could think of was the wash I’d forgotten to bring in. I fully expected everything to be muddy and over the ground this morning, but I was fooled when I looked out - everything was hanging neatly, and clean as ever. I guess it must have been a straight rain without wind. Bedtime now - a big and little hug and kiss from your two sweeties Bobby Picked up a book on Nigeria today, and one of the dedicatees was [Mbadine?]. Would have taken it out to read, but it looked very dull.
