Sunday

Paul dearest,

Your letter got here much sooner today, dear. It came a little after mine so it is better to send them plain special rather than special-day-airmail.

It was so good to hear your voice last night, dear, and I appreciated so much your calling. I’m so happy that I’m going to see you next week-end, and I can hardly wait for it to get here. It will be so wonderful to be with you again, and I’m so glad that you have a ride and can get there earlier and stay longer. I plan to leave here at 10:45 which puts me in Washington at 7:45. I hope, dear, if you can, you’ll meet me at the station, however, if it will be better for us to go on to the hotel I’ll meet you there. I can hardly wait to see you, and I know when I do I’ll begin to live again.

Jimmy Foscue’s engagement to Sarah Tomlinson was announced today.

Mary A. is sort of in the dog house with mother today. Reminds me of some of my ex Sunday’s around here after the night before. Anyway, yesterday was Bonnie’s birthday, so she invited Mary Louise, Nancy, Mary Ann and their dates out to her uncle John’s for cocktails yesterday afternoon and poor Mary Ann was definitely ill when she came in last night. From what she says it was really a party!

No, dear, the priest has never written me.

Heard a program, “tail the Marines” awhile ago, and it was real good. Have just finished listening to Danny Kaye and how I wish, dear, that you’d been here to have heard it with me. One of his trumpet players is leaving for the Marines.

I’m so happy and excited, dear, over our getting married, and you are, Paul, my idea of a perfect husband and you have everything that I’ve ever wanted in a person. I miss you terribly, and you know, darling, that my every thought is of you, and I love you with all my heart –

Lucille