Dart seems shocked that a day went by without him writing to Dot. He had no excuse except that he was simply tired of writing. I have to keep reminding myself that he corresponds with several people and is fairly loyal about answering each letter soon after he receives it. How hard it must be to either write something new to each person, or write the same thing several times over.

He is glad he and Dot have the same taste in radio programs, although he also thinks they have more than that, plus their mutual attraction and admiration. Isn’t it fun how universal it is for people who are just getting to like each other find comfort in the things they have in common? Later, it seems they are sometimes equally happy to discover each other’s differences.

He appreciates the photo of Kay Hepburn, especially since he left Dot’s photo with his other belongings when he was rushed to the hospital all those weeks ago. He’d welcome a replacement photo anytime, but now he has the lovely actress to “keep him company.”

His letter-writing has been interrupted by a bed-bath, a back rub and a discussion among the patients of Sherlock Holmes drug addiction. Now the mail has arrived, bringing yet another letter from Dot.

He is sorry he isn’t able to join Dot in her “meditation” after the Fred Waring radio show. The ward he’s on has lights out at 9:00 PM, so he is fast asleep by 10:15. He’d like her to choose another time for them to mentally commune, although he admits to thinking about her much more often than a couple of minutes each day.

He tells her not to mourn the loss of his chin whiskers because they were most unattractive. He then illustrates with a drawing in the margin to prove his point.

He wishes her a good time in Cleveland this weekend and thanks her for the special message she wrote inside the envelope. He doesn’t recall exactly what he said to induce her response, but he meant it, and he vows he does not say it to anyone else.

Dot starts her first letter of the day in her window display class and fills the page with riveting facts about mannequins and painting techniques. She continues later that day with a second letter.

She has glowing comments about the snapshots Dart sent her of his parents and promises to return them to him with special care. She quips, “You have your mother’s eyes, the same shape face as your Dad. For all I know you have your grandfather’s teeth, and you’d better give them back.”

She will try to quit griping about the mail service. Her roommate’s fella’ is a flyer over England and she hasn’t heard from him in days. The roommate is getting quite frustrated (and maybe a little scared?) and has just flown into one heck of a tantrum. She’s busting up records, throwing things and cursing like a …sailor? Dot expects to be strangled in her sleep when the roommate returns.

Dot reports that her mother, who is her husband’s “secretary” in his small business, just wrote to say that Dot should be prepared in case both her parent go to jail. Their crime? Neither can figure out their income taxes or how much they owe! I doubt it was really all that bad. Dot’s mother was a graduate of Wellesley and her dad attended Yale. I’m sure between the two of them they had the brain power to get the job done.

Dot finishes up the letter so that she can write to her brother. She signs off with “Good nite-sleep tight. Don’t let the nurses bite!”