Dart’s only consolation today was a single letter from Dot. From his response to the letter, I can tell it’s one I have never read, so it must have been lost at some point. I feel a little pang of sadness when I find out about a missing letter, but then I remind myself how lucky my family is to have the hundreds of letters that have survived. I’ll try to be a big girl about the occasional missing epistle.

Dot posed the interesting question of what color Dart doesn’t like. He says he can’t think of any particular color that displeases him, but anything that looks good on her is okay with him. I wonder if we’ll discover what prompted that question.

It seems that Dot may have a shot at a buyer’s job. Dart says it sounds both interesting and like a lot of hard work. He’s impressed with the retail skills she’s learned at Andrews.

He’s running out of things to say and must end this letter to write to his parents. “I’m spoiling you people because there’ll be times I can’t write daily. But now- all my love, every day, always.

Dot’s letter today is mostly about not having anything to say. She wrote about going to the 3rd floor to study the whole afternoon because she has the first of three notebooks due for Miss Hutton. The she mentions the radio program she and the girls like to listen to on their Sunday afternoons. After that riveting revelation she writes, “My roommate just glanced at the preceding paragraph and remarked at the boringness of it…I have nothing to write about!”

“They just announced over the radio that if you don’t write, you’re wrong. So what’s a poor girl with nothing to write about s’posed to do?”

“Having wasted a page discussing why this letter is so boring, I shall now proceed to commenting about the weather. It’s lovely.”

She finally threw in the towel and stopped trying to write. She urged Dart to write to her, though. “You can always write about your past, but my past isn’t worth talking about.”