Thursday, March 23, 1950
20 Cooper Street
Dear June,
I got your Tuesday letter today. I’m very glad Shirl is back to keep you company. I hope her cold is better by now. Don’t you go catching it. You’re supposed to catch your colds from me.
I didn’t go anywhere tonight, but maybe I should have. My father’s car was stuck in the new section of our garage and we were trying to get it out tonight. I had my car in the driveway with the lights on so we could see. Anyway, he got out by going forward and then back – but then he forgot my car was in the driveway and backed into it. There’s just a small dent in the fender. Not the first one either. Oh well.
I painted a little tonight. Now I’ve been reading a new book, “The Wall” by John Hersey. It’s very good.
Just a week from tomorrow night until we’re together again, darling. I hope the time flies by, but I know it won’t. You know how much I love you. More than I can ever say. I’ll call you Sunday at the usual time (at the 09 number).
Keep writing, won’t you? I love your letters. Good night – for now, sweetheart,
Lots of love,
Art
(Later today – dill pickles and potato chips.)
© 2011 Lee Price
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