The only mail from Dot today came in the form of two battered packages of Duz detergent that had been at the post office’s damaged goods department. His mother says to say thanks. She’ll write to Dot herself as soon as she’s done washing, but she’s washing something all the time.

Yesterday, Dart ran into an old Case-mate of his who was on his way to Pittsburgh to start a job with Westinghouse.  They chatted about lots of the guys they know, who’s out of the Navy now, who has a job, etc.

Then today, a bus stopped near Dart and an Ensign stepped off. It was his old pal Tom Reilly!  The two old friends spent the afternoon together catching up and swapping war stories. Tom has a degree in chemical engineering, but he’s decided mechanical would be more fun. Consequently, he’s going back to Case for a year of extra classes and will become a mechanical engineer. “He’s survived the alcoholic influence, and is as personable and humorous as ever. We plan to take in a Pops concert one of these evenings.”

When he took the car out for a drive last night, he fully expected Dot to be waiting for him in the passenger seat. He felt a bit sheepish about his hallucinations, but he’d sure like to be able to “conjure up a nice, soft Dottie to share my life with me, beginning now. She’d have to be real, though, not just a vision.”

“Good night, Dot. I love you beyond all the hopes of expression I have or will ever have. I miss you, my Darling.”