Although Dart got no letters from Dot today, he still loves her and he’s happy to know she’d only neglect him to do something important, like school work.

Dart must write to Burke today to tell him the scoop on his (Burke’s) acceptance into the University of Chicago. It seems he, with no college credit to his name, will enter U of C as a third year student, due to their new system. “The boy seems to have the luck of the Irish.”

Dart is distressed that $4.45 of the $20 he withdrew last week is already gone. He found out at the VA today that he could pay his insurance premium in cash, and a payment was due, so he paid it.  He has all the documentation he needs to register for classes on June 10, but he wants to get there as early as possible that day to give himself the best shot at decent classes.

“I miss you, Dot. I enjoyed being with you last night. I keep dreaming of our walk, and of the minutes we spent together in the shade of that big tree on the lawn. Gee, it was swell being with you again, hearing you talk and laugh; looking into your eyes; holding you close and feeling the warm closeness of our bodies. I’m sad because we can’t be married this month. I’m so overwhelmed with emotion for you, Dot, that I can’t write anymore.”

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Dot has time for a quick postcard.

“Aunt Marjorie’s letter arrived this morning. Here’s the set-up: She and Uncle Paul have asked me to come on the 13th, Thursday. I’ll take the Empire State to Erie, where she’ll meet me and take me to their house in the country. I told her I must plan on coming back on Sunday sometime. Last night sort of took the edge off my enthusiasm to see Aunt Marj, but I still think I ought to go. Will answer your letter tonight.”