Dart writes, “My Darling Fiance’ – This’ll be no masterpiece, unless it’s a masterpiece of brevity. Got home, very cold, a few minutes ago. I’ll write tonight and try to do better this week than last. No promises, though. Gee, I love you. I surely hope you do well on your tests. Good luck. I love you.
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Once again, Dot resorts to a postcard, but manages to fit in more news than Dart did on a full sheet of paper.
“I knew there’d come a day when Andrews would be of some value to me. This afternoon when I went to apply for the job I was hired as soon as I mentioned Andrews. My new boss, a Mr. Andrews, (maybe that had something to do with it) knows the school quite well and thinks it’s excellent training. So – I’m a working girl, as of the 25th of March! Erla is going to work full time during our vacation so he won’t need me.”
“Guess what! We don’t have any classes next Friday which leaves only three days of living death. Oh, JOY! Write! Hmmmm?”
I’m happy she got a job, but I wonder how she’ll manage a full schedule of classes, a job and visits with Dart. Also, I’m curious what the job is. We readers are at a slight disadvantage since so much of what’s discussed between Dot and Dart these days is discussed in person, rather than on paper!
My job was as a waitress at the Robin Hood restaurant in Kent. It was a lovely place but I only worked there ’til school ended in early June. I did have some excellent meals there when I worked, which was a pleasant relief from the soup I was heating on a Sterno stove in my room.