I love how Dart is using his US Navy stationery, but now draws a thick line through the “US Navy” part.  Today he even added a couple of gremlin faces around the stricken words.

He forgot to mail Dot’s letter, plus letters he’d written to several friends, when he went to the train station today, so he dropped them off when he got back from Ashtabula.

He and his mother found Aunt Flora and Uncle  Art to be quite sickly today. Whatever his ailing Flora seems to be hanging on a long time.

The train provided a cold ride, it was an hour late getting back to town, and Dart’s head cold is making him miserable. “Boy, what a fouled-up, continuously tired mess of a something you picked for a husband. But I love it. Not being that way, but being picked for your husband.”

He certainly hopes she’s kidding, at least a little bit, about her cooking. Otherwise, he fears he has some unsavory meals to look forward to in his future.

With a score of 125 in bowling, she has nothing to fear from him. He hopes she’ll learn the proper way of keeping score because he’s too lazy to try.

He claims to heartily approve of the plan to get to bed by 1:30 whenever they’re together. Now, let’s see if they can stick to those good intentions.

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Dot takes a very short break from studying bio with Mid to write an even shorter note to Dart. “By the time you get this, we’ll be almost together again. Thank goodness. Have some big news to tell you Friday on the way home. I’ll be interested to see your reaction.” Hmmmmm. I wonder what’s on her mind. If she tells him in person, will we ever get to learn about it?

She bowled again today, but her score dropped to 110. Now she must return to biology.