September 27, 1943

Hello my darling,

I can’t learn how to type because the typewriter people refuse to fix our typewriter for the duration.

I told you who Sgt. Bill was, and I had only met him once. Honey, if I did feel like two timing you, I certainly wouldn’t write and tell you about it. “Do you deserve being called a worm?” ~~~~ I guess not … after all, you can’t help it. Last night, Sunday, I went to the movies and saw “Night Plane From Chungking” and “Jacaré.” “Jacaré” was all about snakes and alligators and gave me the creeps.

Today I go to the doctors and am glad.

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[Now I want to tell you that I adore you and still am madly in love with you]

I hope you can decipher this—you’ll have to really know your code to understand what I write.

Forever yours,

L. Rose