Day Book, N.C.

August 7, 1944

Dear Louise,

This is either the last time I will write to you, or just the beginning. I know you don’t believe me anymore, but all the same I am coming to see you Wednesday night. I have always thought you were too nice a girl for me. Louise that son of a boy that was to bring me over there was out at Asheville that evening and didn’t get back till dark. Besides that was a stolen car. I am very glad I didn’t come over there in it. I haven’t got but one more day at home. It is time I was coming to see you, and do it the hard way to try to forget you. I will get a taxi over about dark. Meet me at the door if you want to see me, but if you don’t want to see me, please send someone else because I don’t want to look you in the eyes anymore.

Love,

Ike