Dart misses his Dottie. “You can tell the world, or you can keep it quiet, but I think it’s love.”

He cannot recall the last time he saw a movie, unless it was with Dot back in September. He may break his dry spell this week, though, to see “Henry V.” He’s heard it’s very good, but it’ll be leaving town soon and he’d hate to miss it.

At work tonight, Dart was talking to Mr. Bacon about the job he offered Dart back in November. The boss still wants him to take it, but Dart’s not sure if he can swing it. He’ll have to make out a very strict schedule and then see if he can stick to it.

The weather is blustery. Deep snow drifts in the streets make it difficult for cars to make it through, especially with the ice underneath. The temperature dropped to minus 2 today. To make things worse, it’s windy as heck.

He mysteriously mentions that he wishes he could go around punching girls in the gut and getting paid $175 to do so. Might this have some reference to a letter Dot wrote? Maybe it was about her check-up with her doctor; perhaps he was poking her incision, and maybe gave her a bill for $175? I doubt Mom will remember all these years later, but I’ll ask her anyway.

He ends the letter much as he began – telling Dot how much he loves and misses her.

A P.S. mentions that he’s returning the article she sent and he asks her to mail him any others she comes across on the topic. He wants to learn all he can because he wants them to be very happily married.