PM: December 20, 1942

Sunday

My Dearest Paul,

I haven’t heard from you today, darling. I surely miss your letters. Hearing your sweet voice helped out so much this morning and it was so good to talk to you, dear.

Your suit hasn’t come, but I’ll go down and see Mr. Bone again in the morning and will see, darling, if he can trace it for you. Will call you the minute I get it.

I wrote Octavia last night, and wrote Mrs. Havis this afternoon. I’m going to sued it special as I would like for her to get it before they leave. I also wrote a note to Lawrence and Ida.

Mr. Rothrock hasn’t called, but if he hasn’t done so by tonight I will call him and find out how he is coming along with our reservations.

Virginia and Walter sent us a gorgeous silver tray last night and Bill V. sent a lemon fork in our silver platter and Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn a jelly spreader in our silver. Isn’t that wonderful? I’m so excited and happy and I can hardly wait, darling, for you to get here. Next Sunday will be the happiest day of my life. I love you, darling, so much and I’m just living for Friday when you’ll be here.

I was talking to Mrs. Stauton’s daughter yesterday, and she used to live in Los Angeles. She said she’d been to Mojave and that it was entering the desert. She said the desert nights were gorgeous and the stars looked as if they were right on you. It sounds wonderful, but then anything, darling, would be wonderful as long as you were there.

The family is taking me out to dinner tonight and they’re `most ready to go and I’ll stop for now, darling. Honey, they’re really treating me as if I were a queen these days.

I’m living for next Sunday at 5:30, darling, for I’ll be completely happy when we’re one. I miss you terribly; all of my thoughts are of you, darling, and I love you dearly.

Lucille