Sunday Evening
Dearest Ralph,
This is the
first I’ve written for a few days. I
haven’t been getting any mail and I can’t write every night when I don’t hear
from you. Nothing ever happens anyway and
there never is any thing to write about.
Mom and Dad
just took Kate back over to Stertzbaghs. She sure did get into a mess. She says if she was single again she’d never
marry the best guy around. She had to go
to
Us kids went to Minerva to the show this afternoon. It was good. I saw Jane as I went through Malvern. Her husband is going to get discharged any day
now. She is so happy. I asked her if Laverne had heard from Chet but her last letter was the same as mine. Everyone says, maybe Leo’s coming home. That’s too good to be true. When I haven’t
heard lately I do wonder if it could be true.
Do you
think it will be much longer before you will see me? Just think two years ago you was home in June. I
would hate to see you have to go to the Pacific now but I guess lots are going.
Nothing can be done about it either. Nothing could make me happier than to see you
again but boy I get nervous. I wonder
what I’ll do and say when I see you. I’m
afraid you might not even like me anymore. I know I’ll love you more than ever if you
haven’t changed any more than your letters. Darling I think we will be happier than we
have ever been yet. If
I could only see you now. I
cleaned the car all nice this morning and all the time I was wishing for you. I guess I miss you more all the time.
Honey this
isn’t much of a letter but you’ll know I’m thinking of you and love you lots. I’m going to bed now and maybe I can dream
about you. I think your swell Ralph and
hope you feel the same about me.
Forever yours,
Marge
Forever Marge