October 1944

Dearest Pheety,

Today is Sunday and I have nothing to do this morning. This afternoon I am going to a show. How is my Dumplin? I have been missing you so much honey. I am feeling O.K. and getting plenty of rest I assure you. I got your pictures that were taken by Universal Studios when you were coming out of the theater. You look so sober in them. Fags couldn’t get over it because you were always laughing and to see you looking so sober was a surprise to them.

Well Pheety, after writing to you every day I hardly know what to tell you from time to time except how much I love you and you’re probably getting to know it all. I know Pheety understands how I feel about him. I got a letter from your grandmother yesterday. I haven’t written to your mother or the folks for a week. Mom never answers all my letters anyway.

She said her hand was better and Peg’s arm was almost well.

Darling I haven’t heard from you for quite some time but I am expecting some word next week and I hope I’m not disappointed.

I will close for now and write again tomorrow. Keep your chin up honey and remember that I love you more than anything else.

Your wife,

Margaret.

P.S. I am O.K. honey so please don’t worry about me.