October 20, 1943

My dearest darling,

I love you, love you, love you, love you—a million times—ooooooh so much but I guess if I don’t get married pretty soon, your little angel will sprout horns.

Tonight Shirley was over and we talked and talked—same old Shirley. She told me Dee was quite ill for some time with the grippe.

Ann called me up and told me Johnny and Connie came back from their honeymoon and, darling, Kay’s getting married, November the 6^th. Ann and I are going to give Kay a shower. I wanted to give it at my house but your mother wouldn’t hear of it.

I’ll have to get Kay a nice shower gift and wedding gift, which will completely break me.

Gee, sweetheart, how are your studies and so forth. I’ve been so busy I never ask you anymore, but I am interested and do want to know.

I adore you & am forever yours,

L. Rose