Faithful Dot writes again. She’s listening to “The Hit Parade” and just heard I’m a Little on the Lonely Side, which describes her feelings exactly. She misses all her friends from Andrews and she misses her time with Dart’s family.
She seems to be feeling nostalgic, too, because she recalls the night she and Dart went to see Phantom of the Opera and sat talking in the car for over an hour in front of Betty’s house. She was hoping all night that Dart would want to kiss her, but she feared that if he did, she’d blush terribly. He did, and she did. She’s mentioned it recently, but while she was at his folks’ house, all she had to do was think about Dart and she would begin to blush. “My face tells more stories on me than my lips ever could!”
She is becoming a terrible Connecticut Yankee, pining only for Ohio. She assumes it’s the people who give her such a fond image of the state because everyone she knows there is so nice. Her parents took offense when she mentioned how much she missed the Petersons and the Buckeye State. She’s hoping she’ll be able to go out toward Cleveland for college next fall.
She’s babysitting Toni Gale this evening. When Dot first arrived at Gale’s house, the tot blurted out in one breathe,”You didn’t get married in Ohio, did you? I hope not, because Mommy says brides are pretty and I was afraid I wouldn’t recognize you!” How’s that for humbling?
Finally, she starts a long, faltering paragraph about needing to tell him something that she’s been trying to tell him for quite some time, but something always gets in the way and she can’t bring herself to reveal her secret. She strings him along in this manner for several sentences – there’s been an accident, of sorts; she fell; it’s pretty serious… Finally she admits that she’s fallen head-over-heels in love with him. At first it was scary, but she’s gotten used to it and now it feels wonderful. She apologizes for wasting his time and her stationery on such silliness, but there was nothing else to write about today.
She fills a line with x’s, reminding him that they represent kisses, but she prefers the “other kind.”
