December 30, 1941

Tuesday Morn.

Honey:

I just finished taking my bath. I feel very bad this morning for my dream of you was very terrible. I dreamed that you came and we didn’t have anything to say to each other. In fact, I couldn’t wait until it was all over, when we parted, so that we could get cleaned up. I waited and waited for you. You didn’t come. I walked and walked in my dream and I couldn’t find you. That’s why I feel bad. Maybe, it’s a sigh that you are not coming. I don’t know what I’m going to do if you write and say you are not coming. I know that I’ll be very unhappy for I want to see you.

I don’t have much time, dear, and so I’ll close. Sending you all my love and kisses. So long, dear.

Lovingly yours,

Rose