August 21 1944
Dearest Lady,
This is a terrible typewriter, I have my own portable at home and this one here temporarily so forgive the results. I find that I sort of like to have one at home for it is better writing you in the evenings when I can be alone with you without these interruptions all the time. Yet I do have the urge to write you during the day so maybe I can have two. I guess as long as I write that that is what you are interested heh darling.
This will only be a note since I have received no mail for several days and I believe that I have written you all about our move and goings on in the last couple of days. The house is all straightened around now and this morning we are getting the office in shape. You know—throwing away all the old paper and getting things arranged so we can begin to function again. I have a nice office very big and COOL for a change. The last was really hot in the afternoon but this is right back in the jungle and with a fine breeze blowing all the time. We are up on a hill sort of which helps a lot. I have sort of a Mussolini office now, big as all outdoors but with only the bear fixings, no deep chairs or rugs my dear—isn’t it awful my, my.
Jimmy tells
me that he made reservations for you in
Sweet I will write more when I get that mail which I hope will be today so until then all my love to you dearest and adios till later.
Edwin