Dart has been tapped to usher at the early service next week. Today, there were 414 people at the service and ushers had to put out folding chairs in all the available spaces. Apparently, Mr. Kerchner has more admirers than just Dart.
A call to Al Forbush today brought the news that he’s not had a date with Phyll since last fall. He was surprised to learn from Dart that she is no longer at Kent State.
Now Dart wishes he hadn’t mentioned that he’d been hoping to surprise Dot in Greenwich this week. “Now, even though I said I couldn’t come, you’ll be expecting me, and honey, we just can’t afford it.”
No, Edie didn’t moon over Burke, nor he over her. She finally found somebody she won’t have to wait so long for. Looks like young love was fleeting between Burke and Edie.
He thinks the idea of a train getaway for their reception has possibilities. Would they be able to pack all their gifts on a train? How would they get from the church to the reception at the Chamberlain house, and from the house to the station? He seems to be nervous that if they leave their extra luggage at the house, some joker will play tricks with it. My, he’s a mighty suspicious young man! He’s not opposed to the train idea, but he wants the mechanics worked out ahead of time. Are El and Norman considering the same thing?
Because of his recent bout with the flu, Dot might hardly recognize him because he’s back down to 165 pounds. He’s not happy about that, but at least his old suit fits him again.
He has a deep fear that if they’d been able to see each other during his spring vacation, they would not have been able to put the brakes on showing each other how much they missed each other. Sometimes he feels terrible about how far they’ve gone already, but when he’s not feeling terrible, he’s happy they have made those memories. He recalls a couple of times at Sunapee and in Cleveland when he was so overcome that he nearly crossed a line they could never have uncrossed. “It’s so easy for the one-ness of passion we had on the davenport to turn into heel-ism on my part and revulsion on your part. That night bothers me because I didn’t think I had such indefensible traits in my makeup, but I don’t worry about it because we made good progress in learning to settle our differences. I was disappointed in myself those nights, though.”
It’s 3:05 AM and although he wants to write some more, he’s hungry and sleepy, so he will save further discussion for another letter. “Good night, my Sweetheart, from your only, lonely, deeply-in-love fiance.”