March 3, 1948
Wed. 10:10 P.M.
Hi Little One,
Got your letter this morning. Very interesting, in fact, I liked it very much. You keep writing nice letters to me and I might break down and tell you how much I love you and your stinky old letters. (Mainly you.)
I still haven’t thought of anybody for my character sketch. I’ll have to think of one pretty soon because it’s due Friday morning. Oh well, I always wait till the last minute anyway so I imagine I’ll start writing it about 10 P.M. tomorrow night.
So you read all of my letters again, huh. I’d like to read all of yours again but I’m always too busy to do it here and I don’t have them at home. Once in a while I pick one out at random and read it. You ought to try that. It’s fun cause you try and guess when it was written in relation to our rapidly progressing romance. (?) I’m not sure you know what I mean but anyway it’s fun. Come to think of it the letters are what you might call a record of our acquantance. They begin just casually and then become more and more “friendly”. It’s very interesting to see how it developed into our “mutual feeling of affection of the present.” (A long way of writing the same old thing.)
Gee here is the end of the page almost. I guess all I need to do is begin talking on something and I can write quite a lot. The only trouble is finding a subject to write about. Just like themes except the subjects differ slightly.
I’m slightly curious about what it is that you can tell me better than write. I’m all ears. I hope its good, not bad. I’ll know Friday anyway. I’ll call you when I get home. Time to leave darling. I love you, once in a while. <– That’s a lie.
Love,
Me
P.S. Love to junior too.