June 6, ’43
Sunday 11:30 p.m.
Sweetheart Darling: I love you and want you so much. Do hope you’re fine, and I do know you’re as wonderful as ever, because you always are.
This hasn’t seemed like Sunday at all, as we’ve spent the whole day working. Audrey and I painted the kitchen chairs – gave them their first coat today and did some more straightening around. Soon we’ll be in order, I hope. We still have to wash walls, clean paper and do other painting, but we like our house and enjoy working in it.
Ted Paulfranz came over this afternoon and invited us over for the evening; so we were there, just returning a few minutes ago. They’re quite near us now, living at 38th and Washburn. We do have many friends near by – but Honey, I’d trade everyone of them, if I could only have you here with me, because you’re really the only one that counts. I love you so and miss you too. Please be careful – hurry home – I’ve got 100 flute dances saved up – can you take that many?
With love and kisses,