Dart has the most recent Skyline all addressed and ready to mail. He tucked the picture of the bridesmaids’ dress in between the pages for safe keeping. His mother thinks the dresses will be very pretty.

He has calculated that her “visitor” came six weeks after her previous one, which has been her consistent timing for a while now. That means  she should be clear on June 20, since that’s about 7 weeks away.

He’s interested in the fact that nearly everything she does prior to her period starting has been blamed for the terrible ordeal she goes through. Hot baths and cold baths are both to blame, as is too much exercise and too little of same. He guesses the cold drink he nearly forced down her gullet that night at the concert might also have been a culprit. Whatever the cause, he’s glad that she trust him to provide her with some comfort during those tough times.

He ran into Dr. Wallen of the streetcar  who asked about Dart’s marriage plans. Then he told Dart that chances for a successful marriage were better if they started out with a place of their own, rather than sharing a place with his parents. Dart is determined to get them their own apartment at the earliest possible time.

His buddy John Downing, the telephone company worker, reports that the picket line at his exchange has become very thin these days as more and more strikers leave to find jobs. John himself has had to pick up a part-time job.

His folks are thinking about china as a wedding gift, but Dart hesitates to ask them for anything too expensive. In any case, his Uncle Ed has given Helen and Dart, Sr. a check to cover the cost of their trip to Greenwich. Dart is so grateful because he knows of no other way they could afford it.

Dot will not be required to take another driver’s test when she moves to Ohio. In fact, this state is so lax that they’ll give a license to anyone of the proper age who has a pulse.

He gives an enthusiastic thumbs up to the back rub seven weeks and three days from now.

Seems like everyone has something to say about his wedding plans. Prof. Thompson cornered him at church this week to inquire about them. He also said that having a wife would likely cut into his study time, but he would likely study better once he’s married. Hmmmm.

“Do you realize that just two years ago tonight I was sleeping on an ammunition-ready box on the Haggard, with my feet in the water that was washing over the deck as we lay crippled and drifting in the wind? That was a trying afternoon and evening. It seems years ago in some respects, yet no longer than a few weeks in others.”

He tells her not to strain over curtains for their apartment. If they’re not hanging when they first move in, it’s no crime. Maybe they’ll have a chance to discuss more modern window dressings if they have a little time to think it over.

She mustn’t forget to ask Dr. Knowlton about the blood tests. He’d hate to arrive in Greenwich to learn he couldn’t marry her on their chosen day. He asks if she thinks Dr. K. would be a good person to have their pre-marital conversation with about sex.

He won’t promise not to write her during exam week, but he may not anyway. Also, he plans to get all of his stewing about grades over with during their days before the wedding, and he promises he won’t discuss them on the honeymoon.

Saying it is one of those warm “huggy” Spring nights, he wishes her good night. Then he asks how long she thinks it’ll take them to learn how to sleep in each other’s arms.

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Dot firmly believes she walked 15 miles today and her feet just can’t take any more!

She encloses some Easter pictures taken by Nancy. Dot thinks her photos look the same as the last two years because she’s wearing the same dress. The only difference is the color of her corsage, which is difficult to discern in a black and white photograph. Referring to a close-up of her, she quips, “Get a load of that crooked smile. Must be I sleep on the wrong side of my face.”

Mrs. Pecsok told her yesterday that Chuckie may not be able to serve as ring bearer for the wedding. It seems Mr. Pecsok has a business conference in Cleveland that week, and he’d like to take the whole family with him as a vacation. She doesn’t begrudge them a family vacation, but she’ll be terribly disappointed if Chuckie isn’t in the wedding.

Doug would be thrilled to be an usher, and Gordon also, but he’d never say so. Dot just wishes Dart would hurry up and get a commitment from either Hal or Homer. It is, after all only seven weeks away.

She loved his letter of Saturday night because of all the memories it brought up. “I feel all sorts of queer sensations in my stomach. Some of them come from the thrill I get remember all the fun we’ve had together, and the others come from thinking how soon it will be when we can do them all again.

She wants to know what color his new pajamas are so she can lie down and pretend to be looking into his bright eyes.