Dart sounds as though he’s in a panic about his exams tomorrow. He’s looked over the lists of topics that might be covered, and he finds there’s so much he simply doesn’t know.

At registration for the second summer session today, the psych class he wanted was already closed. Now he must try again tomorrow to find a course that will fit his plan.

Burke should be home on Sunday or Monday.

How he wishes Dot were here to bring him coffee and cookies while he studied. Why not iced tea? Because it’s 53 degrees today and they’re chilly. If she were here, she could keep him warm while he slept. “IF you were here, and IF it were this time of the year 1947!”

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Dot suggest that there be 48 hours in the day instead of 24. Then, maybe she’d get everything done.

After work today, she set Mrs. Miller’s hair as a birthday gift for her, since she doesn’t really have the budget to buy a gift. (Since when must one give a birthday gift to an employer?) As soon as Mrs. Miller left, Ruth asked Dot to help her hang some drapes. That task ended near midnight.  “The bags under my eyes are beginning to look like scaffolds holding up the ‘bridge’ of my nose!”

“If I promise to write a real letter tomorrow, will you forgive this short note tonight? If it helps to know that I’ve been thinking of you even more than usual during exam time, then let me assure you, I have!”

She loves him and is waiting eagerly for the days to pass until she sees him again.