Tonight was the organizational meeting for Skyline, but Dart wasn’t there. He had one of those killer headaches – so bad he couldn’t walk, talk, think, or eat. He will try to call Miss Talmage to see who he can talk to to learn what he missed.
He thinks the headache was caused by wearing a hat. He hadn’t worn one for ages, and as the day wore on, it seemed as though the leather hat band was pulling ever tighter around his skull. He could feel his eyes bulge with every heartbeat and he was blinded with every step. He says if these headaches continue to lay siege to him, he’ll have to see as many doctors as it takes to find a cure. He fears the cause is psychiatric, and he blames his “habit,” which he cannot seem to break. (I thought it was the hat that caused the headache!)
There was a wild wind that swept through Cleveland today, bringing much cooler temperatures with it. There must have been some sort of precipitation as well, because he describes two-foot icicles hanging from eaves.
Before being struck down by the migraine, he went to the airshow. He tells Dot to forget about her motorcycle – he thinks they should get an airplane instead. They build them so small, though, that he and Dot would take up three seats and they’d have to pile the kids into the fourth.
From out of the blue, he asks Dot if she’d heard about the rabbit. He went into the woods and had a hare-raising experience. Ouch!
Another mouse met it’s end in the trap his dad set in Kathleen’s room. They’ll keep setting them until the mouse problem is solved. Dart is rather sympathetic toward the mice.
He says his cousins have beat them to the draw on baby names. They have named their new daughter Gay Rebecca Peterson. She was born on February 9 of this year.
His father told him today that if he gets a job, he’ll get the car fixed up. Dart wonders if they could use it next June on their honeymoon. His father also asked if Dot’s father was aware that his handmade lamps would probably sell for $25. Dart actually thinks they would sell for more.
He got his Spanish midterm grade yesterday and was pleased to see an A.
Then he tells her she may want to burn the following pages. Thanks goodness, she didn’t. He begins by saying that when she first left, what he missed the most was her physical presence and the intimacies they shared. He couldn’t stop aching for her and thinking about when their bodies could be fully joined. “For a while my desire for that complete physical, sexual union overwhelmed me. More and more, though, it’s been returning to its proper weight in my thoughts. I’m returning to a better balance; a desire for all of you; your smile, your tenderness, or your singing in my ear when we’re driving. I miss the pretty little noises you make when I tell you I love you. I miss your exasperating reluctance to go to bed on time. I miss the way you thank me for everything we do. I miss watching you at the dinner table. I miss swinging your hand as we walk together. I miss your quick expressions. I miss our long talks. I miss lying down with you on our davenport and on the couch at Sunapee. I miss the warmth of our kisses and caresses as we lie as closely entwined as our clothes allow. I miss the way those warm, tender embraces become so passionate so easily. I miss going to the store with you. I miss going to concerts with you. I miss the way you used to say ‘yes’ when I’d ask if I could do certain things, and the way you’d respond so lovingly, so endearingly to those caresses. I’m yours forever, if you want it.”