||| July 17, ‘45

11 P.M. – Tues.

My dearest,

Only a short note tonite, honey. Please forgive. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you for I do with all my heart.

I was happy to receive those pictures of my handsome husband. They make me love you so much more, you are looking good – and so very fat! I like your battle – jacket. You look very handsome. It thrills me to know it’s all for me.

You have stunned me into silence with your performance. Words fail me. Of course I’ve heard of “Christmas night.” It’s very good and expensive. You shouldn’t spend so much – but I love it.

It’s rained nearly every damn day so we don’t get out much. Allen is so restless.

We fed the pigeons the other day. They sat all over me and Allen’s walker and ate out of Allen’s hand.

We’re all fine, kind of homesick though. Your dad doesn’t fool much with Allen like my dad. It’s almost unbearable here without you. Every inch of the town reminds me of you, until I think I can’t stand anymore. I love you so Preston. I have several letters of yours to answer also. So I think I will read and answer them tomorrow. It’s late and I’m tired. I only wanted to tell you how much I miss you and love you.

Goodnite my honey. I’d like to lay here and kiss you all nite.

All my love and kisses,

Maggie.