Friday, April 21, 1950
46 West 83rd Street, Apt. 7B
Dear Art,
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| Pencil sketch by June Anderson. |
I think you had better tear this letter up without reading anymore of it. I’m in a nasty mood tonight. I don’t understand what’s the matter. I’ve read your latest letter over and over again and even though it’s really a nice letter, I still feel miserable. I think I’m homesick.
Before you go any further, I want to tell you right now that no matter what I say, I don’t want you to come in this weekend. I realize that it’s too much of a trip to make just for a few hours for me. And it wears you out. Besides I don’t like you to travel by yourself. So will you please ignore the rest now? I just need to get something off my mind.
My friends are beginning to tease me. “Loves light fading, etc.” I know they’re just joking around and don’t mean it, but sometimes I begin to think – he used to come in to see me a lot, but now he hasn’t come in to see me since before Christmas. It’s true – if I want to see you I have to come home.
Everybody I know here at school seems to be engaged or married. I never saw anything like it. And Shirl and Ted – well, I’ll tell you about her when I see you next week. Shirl’s going out tomorrow night with Ted and will probably do the same all day Sunday. I hope you will still want to see me next week after this awful letter because I do love you very much. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t make myself such a pest to you.
Shirl and I don’t know if we’re going to move or not. We keep changing our minds. What an unstable life I lead.
Somehow writing you really has cheered me right up. Maybe I’ll go out with Shirl.
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I went out and had a sundae. We talked. Then I showered and washed my hair. I can’t wait to see you again. Mmmm. I’m going to be a regular little wolfress the next time I see you. Watch out!
There’s nothing like writing a little note to your boyfriend, is there? I’ll try to behave myself, and be a good girl. That is, as good as a bad girl can be.
All my love,
June
(For Sunday – a busy weekend.)
© 2011 Lee Price
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