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| Fashion illustration by June Anderson. |
Tuesday, March 21, 1950
46 West 83rd Street, Apt. 7B
Dear Art,
Well, Shirl is back, and I feel much, much better. She strolled in about half past 4 and I nearly fell over her. I was so glad to see her! She really does have a bad cold. Or at least, it was – it’s getting better now, or so she says.
Art, dear, before I forget – if you call up Sunday will you call on the 09 number instead of 08? Mrs. Kanter is leaving Thursday for Florida
Darling, guess what? It’s now six hours later, 5 after 1, a late night. I put up the letter because Shirl and I went out to get a coke. We’ve been talking ever since. Sweetheart, I miss you. I can’t even seem to talk about myself anymore – just you. That’s definitely a bad sign.
I still haven’t done any schoolwork. I can’t seem to settle down to it. And I probably won’t do any tomorrow either. After school, Shirl and I are going to look for some cloth for my cape. If we find it, we’ll probably cut it out that night.
Oh, I was late for school this morning. Shirl wasn’t here last night so I had to set the alarm myself. But when I pulled the thing on top to set it, it started ringing. I don’t understand it. I kept trying again and again (setting the time and the alarm) and a half hour passed and still when I pulled the thing on top the alarm would go off. So I finally gave up and woke up late for school this morning.
By the way, Shirl is going out Friday night with Ted. I don’t know about Sunday. She’s not going Saturday night – he works then.
Darling – there’s so much I would like to say. But it all adds up to I love you – so much. And more. But it doesn’t come out right on paper. I’m still waking in a dream when I think of the wonderful weekend we had together.
All my love,
(Tomorrow – revolving models.)
© 2011 Lee Price
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