Calling himself “Timothy Aloysius Ginsberg,” Dart writes the first paragraph of chatter in an Irish brogue. It’s silly nonsense about how pleased he is that she likes his letters, which he learned to write during his year at Father Callahan’s night schule.” It seems his prose workshop assignment this week is a character piece in which the students are encouraged to attempt writing in dialect.

He mentions a dream he had about Dot the other day that made him wake up so angry that his teeth and fists were clenched. Although he didn’t tell her any details of the dream, he begs her forgiveness. He’s fairly certain that if such things had  happened while he was awake, he would not have reacted with such anger. I wonder if Dot will be able to pull any details out of him.

They had a good Skyline staff meeting tonight, and then he talked himself hoarse at the Gazelle Club afterward. Sounds like he’s made some nice friends among that group.

Regarding her cryptic mention of 2-1/2 months, all he know is that she was responding to a statement he wrote about wanting to squeeze her tight. She responded with “I hope the next 2-1/2 months fly by.” Now he’s  itching to  know what happens at the end of that time.

He claims to have struggled to fill two pages tonight, failing to find a letter-writing mood. He hopes she’ll not judge him too harshly if he stops here, sending all his love her way.

No letter tomorrow, but he’ll be back on December 15.