Dart spent most of the day preparing meals and cleaning the apartment while his mother worked. He reports that his father ate a bit more today than yesterday, but not nearly enough. Cousin Guy (medical student? doctor?) suggested he drink a half glass of wine prior to each meal to stimulate his appetite, but Dart’s not sure it’s working.

The good news is that Dart was able to get a little studying done during the hours when  he otherwise would have been at work. But there’s some bad news to report as well.

“We have just about decided to sell the car. We’ll have to raise the rent money some way and the car would pay the rent for several months. These property-owning companies  have the  blackest souls. We hate like the dickens to bid our jalopy farewell, for Mom and Pop know that they’ll not have another one, and that it’ll be a long time before you and I are able to buy one. I’d counted on having the car next summer, but it looks differently now. I’m going to miss those summer evening rides with you, Darling. Remember how we love to sing when we drive? And how nice it is to have the ventilators open on those hot evenings? ”

In a letter that arrived from Dot today, she must have mentioned something nice that her family did for her when she returned to Greenwich because Dart comments that it  must be nice to have affirmation that her family really does care about her.

When he looks back on her visit, he marvels at how he was able to restrain himself at all when they were together, even though he only restrained himself a little.

Now he must get to bed so he can get up early for church. He sends his love.