Dart was pleased to get another great letter from Dot, written on her good monogrammed stationery. He hopes she’ll have a chance to use that all up before the events of June 20 make it obsolete.
She’d love the weather they’ve been having in Cleveland because it would give her plenty to write home about. It’s rained 48 out of the last 60 days. He reports that the farmers have nothing in their fields except mud puddles, which is fine, if you want on live on mud pies.
His blood test results have been returned to Dr. Singer, but there are a couple of errors on the forms that he and the doctor signed. He asks Dot to check with her local authorities to find out if the small errors will render the forms unusable or if they will be accepted. She’ll need to answer him immediately if he needs to get them corrected before leaving for Connecticut on schedule. He would hate to have to postpone the wedding over a typo!
Pop had a great idea for getting things back and forth to Greenwich. He suggest they get the latch on their large trunk repaired so that Dart can take extra work clothes with him on the train, and they could also bring some of their wedding gifts home with them the same way. It sounds like a great idea.
He reiterates that his folks have no vacation coming to them. Dart, Sr. has arranged with his boss to take Thursday, Friday, and Saturday off, but he must be back at work by Sunday night. That means they’ll probably get to Greenwich the morning of the wedding on Friday and take a train home sometime Saturday. Not much of a visit with the Chamberlain clan, but I think that suits the shy and reserved Petersons quite well. I think Dart is just happy his folks will be at his wedding at all.
He agrees with Dot that it would be nice to attend the little stone church in the woods at Sunapee while they’re up there, but suggests they wait and see what they feel like when the time arrives.
“Golly, I love you, Dot. The days are doing their paradoxical darnedest to be long and short simultaneously. Good night, Dearest.”