Here’s a short and breezy note from Dart, beginning with his comment on her recent postcard: “Of course, if there’s nothing to say, it’s best left unsaid. You unsaid it most thoroughly.”

He told a nice little story about the night corpsman bringing 25 hamburgers to the ward last night and selling them for 25 cents each. He made a whopping 96 cents on the arrangement. Dart describes them as “the regular date-style things” and says its the first one he’d had since that night in October when he and Dot went to Howard Johnsons for burgers. His burger last night brought back good memories and filled him up to boot.

His post script asks the question “Does your mother have any idea how we feel about each other?” I guess that would be an important thing to know if he’s going to keep corresponding with Mrs. C.

I’m exhausted just reading the long list of things Dot must accomplish before May 1. I don’t think sleep will make the list, and letter-writing will unfortunately fall far down the list of “must-dos.”

She’s happy to learn that Dart’s family approves of her because she can’t imagine what she’d do if they didn’t. She commented that his father doesn’t look or act 51, leading me to wonder what a 17-year old girl thinks a 51-year old man should act like!

She writes that she has proof that dreams certainly come true. In fact, when she got that first letter from Dart, she lay in bed all night, dreaming that he would keep on writing. Since that dream became a reality, she is confident some of their others will, as well. Sadly, one that won’t is Dart’s dream of her coming out to Chicago when she’s done with school. Andrews has a strict policy for seniors when their classes are done: they have one week to get home and settled, acquire the appropriate clothes for work, and begin their job, PRONTO! She must do well on her internship if she wants to attend college in the fall.

Speaking of college, she thinks she’ll major in home economics, but asks Dart if he has any other ideas for her field of study.

After a little more chatter in response to his latest letter, Dot closes. She has a headache from going all week without her glasses and she needs to get to bed.