May 6, 1945

Sunday 9 P.M.

My dearest husband:

I’ll try to write a better letter than I did last night- or rather this morning even though there isn’t much to write about.

Dorothy and I went to the show last night (My Pal, Wolf and 3’s a Family) then we went down to the hotel and had a drink or so. There was some soldier in there with three dames. He bought twelve bottles of beer and took them somewhere. Beh there’s one mighty tired man today!

We took Allen to the “pack” today and he played with the swings. Dad pushed him way up one of those iron poles and made him slide down. He’s a tough little guy. He sat in the car today and made the steering wheel go and tried to shift the gears. You’d swear for all the world he was driving. I hope we have a car someday. I was never happier than last summer when you drove Dad’s car up to Mauch Chunk or when we went out evenings. You drive a car just as if you had conquered a wild horse. I wish you’d make love to me the same way. I like to be pursued and conquered. It makes it more exciting that way. A woman doesn’t always mean “no”, you know. I love you.

We didn’t weigh Barbara today. I forgot tonight and Mom forgot this morning. She’s okay though, spoiled since Dad’s been here. She knows me now.

You thrill me through and through just thinking of you honey. When I think of how good your arms feel or how warm your lips are when you kiss me, I get cold chills. I am so proud to have you for my husband. So far you are everything I want and need. You seem to care about what I think and say and do no one ever has before. It’s what I need: someone to care for me. It gives me strength- and courage when I need it.

Darling, are you sure you want me to tell you how much I weigh? Well- it varies between 120 and 132.

You’ve been slipping in your letter writing lately what’s wrong? I know I did for a little while too.

Is there anything new? So you think you’ll get home? To stay? Furlough? Pacific? Occupation? Write me a long letter and tell me some things also if you miss me and love me. How’s George? “We”all miss you- very much. I love you so honey.

All my love and kisses,

Maggie

P. Allen

And Barbara E.