The mail came early today, bringing with it a very short note from Dart that was battered and torn, as though it had dragged itself all the way from his ship to her door.  She’s distressed to learn that he hasn’t received any mail for several weeks. She understands how important mail is and she’s been writing faithfully every day. She knows that he knows she loves him, but she also knows it’s nice to be reminded in a letter every now and then. She takes a little comfort in knowing that when his mail finally catches up with him, he’ll have a big stack to keep him happy for awhile.

Referring to his comment about never falling asleep on a date, she writes, “Speaking of falling asleep on a date – remember when you parked the car in Bruce Park last July 2? I had closed my eyes for a few minutes and when you spoke to me I didn’t answer you. It wasn’t because I was asleep. If you recall, I had leaked a few tears that afternoon and I was afraid that if I opened my eyes just then, with you looking at me, I would start to cry again. Crazy, sure, but that’s what you’ll have to put up with if you’re going to continue to make me so happy that I cry. That afternoon I wasn’t crying because I was happy, but because I realized how soon it would have to end. As it was, though, it lasted 24 hours longer than I thought it would. Gee, but I love you!”

That paragraph recalling Dart’s quick trip to Greenwich is such a powerful statement of the depth of feeling this young girl has for her sailor. She had that moment when she was so overcome by love for him that she should neither look at him nor speak, for fear of crumbling.

She tells Dart about a recent letter from Gordon where he mentions a change in censoring policies. She hopes Dart will have the same opportunity to discuss where he’s been and what he’s been up to. Then she lists the places Gordon was between last May and 30 days ago, asking Dart if he’d seen any of those same locations. It serves as a reminder how expansive the Pacific Ocean really is.

She’s been studying a big world map at one of her client’s homes and was looking at the international date line. It all makes Dart seem even further away – not just in miles, but also in days.

That’s all she can think to write about, but she’ll be back tomorrow.