Sept. 9th,
1945
Dearest Sweetheart,
I
was hoping I would get another letter from you again but today I’m looking for
one more than ever. I got a letter from
my Dad today and he said he saw you in Bellefontaine the other day. Pheety he said you
look the best he’s ever seen you, he also said it shows you are taking care of
yourself. Oh Darling that made me so
happy, I’m sure going to be proud when I see you again. Why do you look so healthy when you say you
haven’t been well and have a tumor?
Maybe you’ve found out you don’t have one and don’t have to go to the
hospital. Oh I hope so cause I really
worry about you Margaret because I care plenty and you know how much I love
you. I wish I would get a sweet letter
from you, I’m worried because you think I don’t want
you anymore. Dad said you seemed so
happy now that the war is over and he told me you said you can have me back for
keeps. Did you really mean that Darling
or didn’t you want to let on to him about it?
Boy my Dad sure likes you, he’s always asking about you and whenever he
sees you he tells me all about it. He
thinks you’re very beautiful and that I should be proud of you for taking such
wonderful care of yourself. Now Margaret
you can’t tell me you’ve been drinking like you said. In fact I didn’t believe you in the first
place. Maybe you’ve drank a little like
we used to but you’re not out getting drunk and you know it. Dad wants to take you and I
to
Are you home
to stay now Pheety? I hope so. I imagine it is quite
different from being in
All my love &
kisses Pheety,
Love Your Dumplin
X XXXX XXX!
P.S. I’ll always love
you Margaret no matter what happens. I
hope you appreciate it.