Well, he finally did it. Dart dropped typing today, and now he’s half sorry that he did – leaving a thing not done goes against his grain.
“There was an article in the paper the other night ascribing most of our country’s marital problems to double beds! Who are we to believe? Those who claim that double beds are good because they make for so much more intimacy and companionship, and twin beds are bad because they set up barriers to the normal impulses and to the psychological theme of being closer by sleeping together; or those that say that double beds are bad for they force people to adapt their habits, their hours of sleep, even their restive moments to someone else, thereby creating friction of both body and intellect, whereas twin beds provide more room per sleeper, without interference from the one who goes to bed latest.”
“My own personal idea is that for a very young couple, very much in love, the double bed is the thing. Later, if we become less ardent in our desire for night-long embraces and nightly intimate indulgences, we can arrange for twin beds. I hope that it’ll be years and years before we need the twin beds.” (Hint: Mom and Dad never felt the need to replace their “marital bed” with a set of twins!)
Keeping up with her typing is a sound idea for aiding in a future job search, and as such, he believes a typing machine might be a good investment, indeed. He was thinking of Dot throughout church on Sunday, just as she was thinking about him. He was wondering what kind of parents they’d make. He was also admiring the full moon and hoping they’d get to enjoy it together at Sunapee.
He must sleep now. Late hours increase his longing for her. “I just want to be with you – always – forever – in every way possible.”
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Dot didn’t write last night because she was in bed. Her “troubles” were no different from usual, except they seemed to hit harder this month. “I couldn’t keep anything down except my spirits. Naturally, I had to break my movie date with the girls.”
She’s sorry to hear about the broken buffet, but hopes Dart and Pop will be able to repair it. She wonders where they’ll put it when it’s finished.
“Whoa! What’s this about an “iceless and a radiophonograph? Remember, Dear, we can’t use the same dollars to buy these luxuries as we do to pay the rent or buy food. I’ve got big ideas as to how we can make our money go, but until we actually get it down to a science, we’d better not build too many castles in the air.”
She races downstairs to get this off to the mailman before going to work, but she writes again later in the day.
While Dot was at Harriet’s this afternoon her mother called to let her know that she got a letter from her “boyfriend.” Dot was trying to figure out what boy might be writing to her, and then it dawned on her that Dart was a “boy.” That must be the answer to the mystery, because his was the only letter she received today.
Little Gale has a fever with headache and stomach cramps. She’s home in bed now, and Dot hopes it’s nothing serious.
This girl never quits! Even though it’s a playground duty day tomorrow, she’s getting up at 6:30 am to put in a few hours at the Millers before heading off to her regular job. When does she breathe?
“The last sentence of today’s letter made me ever so much more homesick for you than KI am anyway. If you remember the circumstances under which I said ‘Don’t stop now,’ you will recall they were too dangerous for comfort. Let’s try to be careful in September. It’ll be hard though, ‘cuz I love you so very, very much.”