Dot’s sassy mood is revealed in her opening paragraph. “Hi, you gorgeous hunk of material: Having promised to write a long letter Friday night, I didn’t even write a note, nor did I write on Saturday. Heck of a fiance’ I turned out to be, huh? Better you should just give me up as a bad investment.”
Friday night, Dot and Joyce went to Joyce’s aunt’s house in Stow, Ohio. The two boys at the house had a high school basketball game that night, so Dot and Joyce went and cheered their hearts out. They had a lot of fun, even though the boys’ team lost. “There was a dance in the gym after the game at which Joyce and I had fun making fools of ourselves with our meager knowledge of the various modern dance steps.”
On Saturday, they went to Joyce’s home. Joyce’s sister-in-law lives there with her two daughters, aged 2 and 3. When the little ones were joined by their three cousins, the house became bedlam, and Dot loved every minute of it. She was especially impressed when the little girls sat at the piano with their grandmother and sang every word of all the nursery rhyme songs, in perfect pitch. “Wouldn’t this world be a dull place without kids?”
Joyce wanted to go shopping for silverware while they were home, so she and Dot went to the jewelry store where Joyce’s aunt works. They looked over designs in several pamphlets and Dot discussed “Lyric” with Joyce’s aunt. She advised Dot that the only problem with very plain silver is that it shows scratches rather easily. She showed Dot some designs that were simple but not too plain, and Dot found one she likes better than “Lyric.” It’s called “Candlelight” and Dot will try to get a pamphlet of the design to send to Dart. Then she wants his honest opinion, not just has agreement. After all, they’ll both have to eat off it for the rest of their lives.
Somehow, Dot also found the time to see a movie called “Spellbound,” with Gregory Peck and Ingrid Bergman. She liked it better than any movie she’s seen in a long, long time. One of it’s charms is that Gregory Peck sometimes reminds Dot of Dart. “That is, he’s tall, dark, handsome, and thin, and often gets the same look in his eyes you have so often. Oh, how I miss looking into your big brown eyes that speak almost as distinctly as your lips. I not only miss looking into your eyes, but I miss everything about you. I love the ‘I’ll get you back’ look you give me when I sprinkle you with water or throw a cutting, sarcastic remark. In fact, darling, I just plain love you and miss you beyond description.”