Dear John, July 7^th, 1941

This will be a very short note because I don’t really know what to say. But first let me ask you what is the matter? You haven’t written for over two weeks and I am worried. What have I done now? What haven’t I done that I should have done? Are you ill? Have you decided not to write to me anymore? Are you too busy? What is the matter?

I probably sound very presumptuous asking you such questions, but I really would like to know so that my mind would be at ease. The thought that I have said or done something to hurt you makes me feel awful. I didn’t intentionally mean to do anything or say anything to hurt you, so please forgive me if I did.

John, really I enjoy hearing from you and writing to you. I am lone now with only pleasant memories of my vacation. Now I am going to wash hard and do something worthwhile.

Give my best regards to your parents. I hope you are well and happy. Please write soon.

Sincerely,

Margaret

P.S. Did you receive my letter from Lynchburg?