Another uneventful day leaves Dart with little to write about. He’s decided that having spent the day in bed must have had some slight benefit because he actually got up to shave a short while ago. Still, with his exams and a trip to see the girl that he loves, he’s not sure this is the best time to have caught a summer cold.

So far, he’s written three book reports for psychology class. He hopes he’s not called upon to deliver any of them orally because he didn’t read any of them thoroughly enough to give any greater details than the sketchy ones he wrote in his reports.

Due to the new city regulations about no kitchen facilities in third floor attics, he and his dad had to remove their roomer’s stove and refrigerator today. While they were up there, they were both thinking about what a cozy little space it could make. “It can be a mighty cheerful place, with the right furnishings and the right people in it.” I’m a little surprised that Dot has not reacted yet to his suggestion that the two of them live on his parents’ third floor after the wedding. Cheerful and cozy it may be, but how will Dot feel about sharing a kitchen and a bath with her in-laws? When I talked to Mom about it, she says all she can remember is that their squeaky bed was directly over her in-laws’ bedroom and she was very nervous about doing anything that would cause that old bed to groan!

He’s feeling better about his thoughts and attitudes during the past couple of days. Before, he’d fallen into the habit of lustful fantasies about the intimacy they’d share after they were married, and such thoughts made him anxious and unsettled. Lately, he’s been thinking more of companionship. “I long for the cheer you bring, and for my chances to cheer you. I want merely to hold you, to have you in the same room, the same house with me.  I want to be coming home to you or going out with you. I want to see you across the dining table. I want us to finally be together, Darling, and the lust for other things takes second place to the desire for companionship.”

His brother and a friend are on a double date tonight. They headed out to Guy’s farm for a picnic. “We’ll have to make a pilgrimage there ourselves someday. Build a fire, toast something, watch the sun set, and just sit and talk.”

“I hope I get a letter from you tomorrow.”