Dart’s letter today is a little odd and confusing – a natural outcome of all the secret and co-opted letters from Dot and her roommates recently. He admits that Cathie wrote something inside the envelope about Dot loving him. Since Dot had already told him that, it didn’t come as news, but he was happy to see it confirmed, in writing, by another source. Reading Dot’s declarations of love and knowing he returns the feeling is one of his greatest thrills these days.

He asked the doctor today if there was any chance he could be home by late April, and the doc confirmed there was a chance. Everything now is trial and error to see if his leg has healed from the phlebitis.

Dot spent a lazy Sunday afternoon on her bed, reading magazines and listening to the radio. That’ll be the last lazy day for a while if she plans to have her school work completed and approved in time for a May 17th departure.

She received a letter from the Marine. He wrote about his luck in having been chosen to have dinner with none other than Ronald Coleman! Dot must have been so impressed. She writes that Jim (the Marine) writes an amusing letter, but that he is the most pessimistic person she’s ever known. That wouldn’t have much appeal to a girl like Dot. See, this is one example of how much we can learn about another person through letters. I often hear folks say that they find it remarkable that nearly all of my parents’ courtship was via letters. They question how well folks can really know each other that way. I think these letters demonstrate just how clearly someone’s personality is expressed through writing.

Speaking of which, Dot was very interested in Dart’s recent “philosophy” masterpiece. She loved learning more about what made him tick, even though she claims he is a much deeper thinker than she is.

She warned Dart again that she will be cutting back on writing soon to focus on school work. She pleaded with him to keep so busy getting better that he wouldn’t notice the absence of her letters. She closed by telling how embarrassed she was that she choked on the communion grape juice in church that morning.

One-hundred five words is all Dart could manage today. He has bad news, but he is not telling Dot what it is – he’s hoping it will pass.

Also, if he is not well in 27 days he can be given a medical discharge from the Navy, which he does not want.

He sends his love.

Dot liked Dart’s “poem” about kissin’, but since she hasn’t “mastered the art,” she’s unsure if the poem is true. She does recall one kiss in particular ‘though…

She asked Dart whether the Yanks or the Rebs won the battle over the ward’s radio. She explains that there is war raging in her room and she cannot understand why four seniors cannot get along without throwing tantrums. Andy seems to fly off the handle much faster than the others, and is slow to “fly back onto the handle.” Dot thinks everyone’s nerves are raw because they all want school to be over.

Continuing an on-going point of conversation, she agrees that the Chamberlain clan is a tall one. She is disappointed to be the shortest member of her family.  She writes that it was always her ambition to be 5’8″, but she meant tall – not wide. Then she goes on a rant about how Dart should face facts that she is not really “right-sized.” She bears the scars of her brother’s merciless teasing about how fat she is, and says she can take the truth from Dart. (Note to readers: Dot was NOT fat! She was certainly curvy, and always had a soft, hour-glass figure. But, as in so many other aspects of herself, she was self-conscious about her looks.)

She commiserates with Dart about being lonely, homesick and sometimes “lovesick.” She mentions a period about a year before when she had a crush on a college friend of her sister’s. They corresponded for a short time, although he never indicated any special feelings for Dot. He entered the Army and no one has heard from him since. She writes “This year, I do get very lonely, and I don’t mean for Mom to come tuck me in.”

She signs off with “Yours til I’m as thin as you are, and at the rate we’re both going, that’ll be forever.”

Dart disavows any claim of having “mastered the art” of kissing, but he recalls the same kiss Dot does and believes that’s a good basis for his poem.

The Rebs have won the war between the states that is being waged within the ward, but Nurse Meany has confiscated the radio for a few days cooling off period.

He agrees that nerves can sometimes get a little rough. He’s in a bad state right now. “Seems as if I’m losing my grip on things. The blue days are coming closer together, the humor’s getting stale and little green things seem to be running up and down my spine half the time! Oh, to the depths of perdition with everything except you and me.”

He riffs on himself coming from hearty stock, but he is the exception. Shorter than much of his family, and far too skinny to boot. “You’d think that with so little flesh covering my innards, that every bite I eat would make a lump.”

He emphatically denies that he was razzing Dot about her weight. He likes her just the way she is, and even if she’s not as tiny as the girl he dreamed he’d fall in love with, she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever dated. Besides that, they seem quite congenial in their letters. He hopes they’ll be just as congenial in person for many years to come. He recalls once reading a poem with the general thought that women often insult the taste of their male companions by contradicting the complimentary remarks the fellows make.

He comments on her revelation that she’d had a “torrid” unrequited crush a while back. He, too, had such a heart-breaking affair until the lady in question told him six times in a letter to go to hell six different ways.

Well, now that he’s come to page six of this letter, it’s time to reveal the news she’s been waiting for: First, he’s still up and about and his leg shows no ill-effect. That’s good. However, his surgical wound healed too fast, became infected and burst open recently. That’s bad. Tomorrow he’ll be transferred to the infected surgical ward. “No telling what they will do to or for me there, but I’m not any too anxious to experience any more experiences in the surgery ward.”

He then says that either something very wonderful must happen to him soon, or he is now paying for all the good things he’s already had in his life (or all the cuss words he’s used). On top of his health issues, his sea bag containing his personal belongings and Dot’s picture, has been lost without a trace. It was left behind in the barracks when he was transported via ambulance to the hospital weeks ago. Apparently, when his class completed boot camp, his sea bag was misplaced in the vast bowels of a major military installation.

Dot is astounded that Dart has had another reversal in his health status . She fervently hopes he doesn’t receive a medical discharge. She also hopes she’ll be able to see him soon.

She had a letter from her friend Cynthia who is in Ohio to study piano at Oberlin. She’ll be in Cleveland over Easter and Dot is truly looking forward to seeing her. She always feels better after a visit with Cynthia because she’s so jolly and has a friendly word for everyone. I have fond memories of Cynthia when I was younger. She and Mom remained friends and I counted myself among Cynthia’s legions of fans. She had a laugh that could be heard for miles and got a huge kick out of life. She died far too young.

There’s not much more news from Willoughby, except that the weather has been extremely windy. It reminded Dot of the terrible hurricane she witnessed in New England in 1938.

She’s running behind on her store manager duties, so she must close and catch up.