It’s very late and I have a lot – no, some to tell you, but I think I better limit to just a line or two to make sure that you know I love you.

Well, I do love you, and I miss you too, Darling. No letter today, and gosh, I’m lonesome. Not just lonesome for letters, though.

That’s all from Dart, except for a clipping of a funny poem from the Plain Dealer about Spring (or lack thereof) in Cleveland.

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Instead of writing to Dart, Dot confesses that she’s been telling Nancy all about their dreams and plans. Nancy may be bored to tears, but she’s such a good listener that she never shows it.

Tonight, Dot and Nancy picked up Helen and they drove out for pizza. Helen seemed genuinely pleased to be out with the girls, and she and Nancy spent the evening talking about the boys they know and date in Greenwich. Dot did most of the eating because she doesn’t know any of the boys they talked about. She’s been absent from the Greenwich dating scene for many years now.

She got two super letters from Dart tonight, but they’ll have to wait for another time to  get answered.