Well, Dot has done it again! She’s landed back in Kent’s infirmary, and she’s bruising her backside from all the kicking she’s doing. She stopped by on her way to class this morning so see if they had something in the way of cold relief, but her temperature was elevated and her pulse was low, so they put her under “house arrest.” Naturally, her greatest disappointment is not seeing Dart this weekend. She suspects there are no visiting hours for male visitors who want to check up on female patients. Her second disappointment is missing out on yet another dance. It is little wonder to me why my parents really never learned to dance together — fate seems to delight in keeping these two kids off the dance floor.
She thanks Dart for sending those snapshots. Can’t he guess who the subject was of that “shocking” photo? It was her roommate Ellie, always out to shock people. When I asked Mom about that particular photo (which seems to have disappeared from the family archives) she said the photo was of Ellie’s legs, with her skirt hitched up high enough to see her panties. Oh my!
Dot’s beginning to realize that this business of Dart starting school is getting serious! She had no idea he’d have such trouble. Would he consider Kent, which is rumored to have a good journalism school? She’s personally invested in him getting enrolled somewhere quickly, because the sooner he starts back to classes, the sooner they can get married.
After hearing about Mr. Blum’s elaborate model railroad, she’s decided she prefers Dart’s hands-on layout. What’s the fun of playing with trains if you’re afraid to touch them?
Then she writes. “I love the big, soft bed, but it certainly is lonesome. And you’re not the only one who wishes it weren’t so empty. What makes you think I’d blush at the thought of how we could remedy the situation? Did it even occur to you that I might be thinking and wishing the same thing?” Then she refers to a part in his recent letter when he asked if she’d kept a secret from her friends about the time she and Dart spent together over spring break. “If I’m thinking of the same secret you are, I should say I did keep it from the girls. It’s something no one could understand unless she’s as much in love as we are, and I know none of the bunch I live with is. I wonder if you think about it as much as I do.” Hmmmmmm! Doesn’t that pique one’s interest!
She’s like to write more, but she’s feeling dizzy. How she wishes she were going to see him tomorrow!