Throughout this rough day with what he calls the “phloo,” Dart was thinking how nice one of Dot’s back rubs would feel on his achy muscles.

Looking over her most recent letter, he’s decided he really likes the Hotel Green where they hope to spend their wedding night. Although he loves making such plans with her, he thinks he’ll feel awkward checking in to a hotel that night. “Everybody knows what goes on in there.”

It was such a sweet poem she wrote to him on a day when he was feeling particularly blue. How he loves those nice gestures of hers! His father is also grateful for all the letters and cards she sent him during his weeks at Crile Hospital.

He  has another Ralston box top to mail. Does she still want them? On that note, I asked Mom if she could recall why she was collecting these things back then. She immediately answered that she used them to purchase their first set of everyday flatware – a silver plate design that complemented their sterling “Candlelight” pattern. I remember she and Dad used that flatware well into my teen years before replacing it with a stainless steel set.

He’s sorry that her boss would not let her change vacation dates. It would have been nice if she could have “vacated” with her friend Cynthia.

I’m getting all turned inside out with belly rumbles again, and believe me, it’s not at all conducive to lovemaking. So, if you’ll excuse me, honey, I’ll stop writing and just lie here wanting you.

That flu must have really laid him low because we don’t hear from Dart again until March 23. I’m glad we don’t have to wait too much longer until Dot’s letters resume on this blog.