Dot’s enthusiasm for her new job leaps off the page, despite her weariness. She and another very nice girl started together, both under the supervision of the same very nice manager. The more experienced operators are all extremely helpful in teaching the new girls. Dot will have four weeks of training before she takes calls on her own, and she feels she’ll need every minute of that four weeks to learn all there is to know.
She works 5 days a week, 6-1/2 hours per day. Within 3 months, she’ll be making a generous sum of $35 per week, not counting overtime! She hopes to be sending Dart a check for about $40 in a week or two, to add to their “penny account” at the bank.
She’s so glad to read that Dart likes his American Lit class so much. She had feared it would be as dry as the bone they ate for dinner tonight. “Speaking of the meat shortage, (we weren’t, but everyone else is) Bob Hope says that Truman’s about to do something about it. He’s bought the sheet music for “One Meat Ball.”
She commends him for the grades he’s received in Journalism so far. “Bet you’d have been mighty worried if you’d received Fs on those ‘very unimportant’ papers, so why not be pleased when you get As on said papers?”
How nice that his mother likes he new job. The hours seem so much better than the hours she worked at the Singer Company.
How curious about Dart’s dream on Wednesday morning! At about the same time he was awakened by Dot’s voice calling his name, she was dreaming of their wedding. She was at the back of the church, looking at Dart awaiting her at the other end of the aisle. Suddenly, she realized she was paralyzed and could not move toward him. In a panic, she yelled out his name and Janie told her to wake up and stop crying! Would you say these kids have a psychic connection, or what?
It was quite an honor for her to receive back-to-back 8-page letters this week. She’ll try not to ever complain about the days she gets no letters when he keeps writing masterpieces like those two. “I love you for so many reasons. The other night Jane asked how one could tell when the one had come along. I tried to tell her how I knew and ended up telling her why I loved you. I kept her awake for two hours and I hadn’t come anywhere near the end of my list. I’m beginning to think there is no end. I love the way you’d get up from the table and come put your arms around my neck. That always sent chills up and down my spine. I miss that after every meal. Another thing I miss is the way you’d lean over me on the couch and say ‘Dottie, please go to bed.’ Now, how could I leave you when you looked so darned cute?”
She ends the letter by saying she doesn’t believe in repeating herself, except to say that she loves him. She misses him, too.