July 14, 1943

My Dearest Vincent,

I suppose you think I am in Dayton working by now. I decided not to stay because I wouldn’t see you as often as I do now and I couldn’t bear the thought of it. I get terribly lonesome for you but I guess I’ll have to grin and bear it.

Darling I was going to meet you Tuesday morning on that train but Dad was in an uproar and he wouldn’t let me. It just broke my heart. I thought you would write to me this week, but so far I have been disappointed. What’s the matter? Don’t you love me anymore?

The weeks just seem to drag by for me. I can hardly wait until Sunday’s come. I hope you’ll be up this Sunday. I’ll be looking for you anyway.

Sweetheart I’d better sign off now, so until Sunday I’ll be waiting patiently for you.

I remain yours,

“Margaret”

“I Love You, Darling, with all my heart.”