Fri. nite – 7 PM.

October 7, 1944

Dearest, darling Preston: --

It’s turned so hot here; my arm is sticking to the paper. There still is a bit of moon that makes me lonesome for you. Life just goes on day nu day for me without you – dull, unexciting. I could scream. Then no mail from you and it’s even worse. Oh well, you know what I mean. I guess I should be thankful for the little I do get for I may not get any soon. Well, I have two lovely children. All the lovely children in the world can’t take the place of you; nothing can. I love you whether you love me or not.

Today I had my hair done. It makes me look a little neater anyhow. Allen needs his hair cut again. Guess I told you he had fair teeth.

Saw Marie downtown. She has to have an operation of some kind or other.

I don’t know what is wrong with me lately. I simply cannot write a decent letter. Oh Pres, I miss you so and I love you. Will I see you soon? It’s no good without you. I’m just not happy.

I’ll say goodnite for this time + see you tomorrow. I hope I hear from you.

All my love,

Maggie