November 9, 1942

My Dearest Ray,

This is such a dreary day and no word from you makes it more so. Didn’t you tell me over the phone that you’d already written me Saturday? Wonder why it didn’t get off yesterday, darn!

Frances and I had lunch downtown and we saw Vera and Clyde. Vera said she started working at the _ _ _ today. I heard that she was not at all keen about going to work, but since Clyde isn’t doing anything now she felt she had to get a job. Also heard that Clyde said he was going to stay home and take care of the baby. How about that!

Mary A. heard from _ Saturday and she said he asked what you _. He told her that his squadron was as far from any, that they were having nightly pow-wows with the Indians. He is so crazy!

I made my reservation this morning, and I’m so happy that I’m going to get to see you. I will really be wonderful to be with you again, dear, and I can hardly wait for Saturday to get here. In the meantime, you know that my every thought is of you, and I love you dearly.

Lucille