It’s the early minutes of Friday, and Dart has been fiddling around all day in his parents’ basement. Naturally, he’s been working on his model railroad, but his thoughts have been on Dot.

“Golly — we’ve been engaged for almost two whole weeks and it’s only my second letter to you. It’s been exactly two weeks since I gave you your ring. Do we count it from 5:17 PM on Thursday, or from Sunday evening?” (The date of the dinner party, I presume.)

Today a letter came for Dot from her mother. Dart wasted no time in forwarding it to Kent. He’d been hoping all day that Dot would call, and as the day progressed, he thought about calling her. He was happy to put aside his model car painting to take the call when it came in. He’d been hoping there wouldn’t be so many tears this time, but she has a right to be sad. “Just between us, I don’t think it’s bad for a girl to cry. Someone who didn’t cry on such occasions would be entirely too hard-hearted a person for me to love.” Something tells me, though, that if Dot had stifled her tears, he would have admired her just as much for her strength. In his eyes, she can do no wrong.

He turns cryptic in the final paragraph, although I’m sure Dot knew what he is referring to. “I hate to be the ‘silent type’, but there just didn’t seem to be much that was important enough to say during the last couple of days. I’m glad we had that talk Tuesday night. It helped to clear up the puzzled feeling I had after Monday night. I miss you so very, very much, Dot, that it’s almost unbearable. Goodnight, my Darling, and please be happy soon.”