Well, the kitchen paint job is over for now, and it looks terrible. The new paint Dart bought is a different color than the paint they started out with, which doesn’t match the ceiling. Now they have a crazy “3-tone white” effect.
He spoke with Homer today, who will not be coming to Kent on Friday with Dart and Al because his mother has asked for his help. He did ask that Dot keep her eyes open for a tall girl (not too tall). Her sweater size and other characteristics don’t matter much, but Homer would like to be able to look at her without shuddering. He trusts Dot’s taste, anyway. He said the other night that he wishes he could find a girl as nice as Dot.
Dart misses her. He’s already missing her from their upcoming visit that hasn’t even started yet, because he realizes that 24-hours from now, he will have already kissed her good-bye. One of these days when she’s in Cleveland, he’d like to take her for a drive to see his Uncle Guy’s unused farm. It’s a big and beautiful spot, probably grown wild by now since nobody’s been there for over four years.
He ends this short letter with “Oh, Dot, I’m too much in love to write you a decent letter tonight. So, as I dream of you, I’ll say good night, wishing we were kissing like we did last weekend.”
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There isn’t time for much of a letter tonight because Dot must study for her physical science exam. She quips that as things stand now, she doesn’t know the difference between a sound wave and a permanent wave.
Why must he tell her of the times he almost comes to see her? She gets so disappointed when she learns of what might have been. She wants him to visit as often as he can, whether she knows about it in advance or not, but she implores him not to tell of the aborted plans to come to Kent.
She likes the idea of a picnic on his uncle’s beach lot. She loves to swim, but the idea of Dart seeing her in a swim suit is not a happy thought for her.
She wishes she could write more letters like the one on Sunday that pleased him so much. Right now, she’s tired, disgusted, lonely and love sick, so there’s no chance of writing anything decent. “I love you beyond description, so I won’t waste any more time trying to describe it.”