July 2, 1944

Sunday Night

My Dearest Ken;

It’s quite late and we just got home from LA via Santa Fe. We had a glorious and wonderful time, which was only saddened by memories of Maxine’s being gone and Cecil said that our being there reminded her so much of Max that she had a good cry over it. She has “adopted” me! Linda is so sweet and actually beautiful.

Well, I’m trying to get around to telling you lots of news; naturally the first dive I make as soon as I arrive home is for the mail and I was not disappointed except for a few things that can’t be helped. Ever since Mother and Dad have been here, I just knew that something was wrong—there was something between us and Mother was completely preoccupied and of course I was very worried but didn’t say anything about it. To get on, a letter I read last night from Dave solved the mystery—he has been in the army for a month now and they hadn’t heard from him; I don’t understand how they held up as well as they did. They didn’t tell me about this because they felt it might upset me. In a way, I appreciate their thoughtfulness, yet I’m afraid Dave won’t be very happy thinking that I don’t care about him. I shall explain how I feel about this situation later. Dave is only 18 and so young.

Love,

Berna Lou

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