Dart reports that Kathleen will be moving out. She was quite nice about it last night when his mom told her she had to move, admitting that there was no solution to Dot and Dart’s living situation with her occupying the space. “So doncha’ worry your pretty head over it any more.”
He advises her to get those wisdom teeth out as fast as she can. She’s lucky if hers are growing straight out of the gum. His are all growing horizontally beneath the gum and will someday have to be cut out of the jaw.
He has tried his best to get his folks to reduce the list of gifts to the young couple, but his Pop is an incurable dreamer. He still wants to give the kids one of everything on the list. “I don’t know whether he prays or not, but even if he does, those kinds of things are the wrong things to pray for.” He succeeded in talking them out of a waffle iron and the broiler, and with the steam iron off the list thanks to El, there really isn’t too much left for them to worry about. He feels that they could surely use a roaster, but he’ll try to talk them out of the rest. (They did indeed receive a roaster as a wedding gift. Seventy years later, it is still providing faithful service to fabulous meals at my sister Nancy’s house.)
He’s keenly eager to see his bride’s wedding gown and trousseau. Does she subscribe to the superstition about a groom not seeing such things before the wedding day? “Won’t be long now, honey!! Butterflies!”
He has a mile-long list of things he must do, and today he had to add another. He picked up his new brown trousers at the tailoring department of Higbees today, but when he put them on at home, they were far too short and two sizes too small. Now he’ll have to set aside time to haggle with the shopkeepers!
“I took a walk tonight after class. I wish you’d been along. It would have been so nice to swing hands as we walked, maybe stopping to kiss as we passed some dark corner. Shall we take a night walk or two at Sunapee, if we find some night when we don’t want to go right to bed? It’s getting so close, Dot, and I’m so happy!”
PS. Here are 3 of the 20 postcards I bought today. Don’t be afraid to use ’em if you don’t feel like writing a whole letter.