Monday
Stell –
Just think this will be my last letter to you before you return. This will reach you Wednesday morning and you will be in Cleveland Wednesday nite. You will call me at the office Thursday morning to let me know where I can call you at noon. If I can’t see you immediately we can at least spend our noon together. Then you will let me know how soon we can be together. The way I feel now I want to be absolutely alone with you the first evening. We have so much to talk over and to decide upon that it would be actually painful to have anyone else present which would of necessity turn the conversation to the weather and other much abused and useless subjects. Don’t you feel the same way honey?
You are coming back just when we my roomie is again leaving. He leaves for Detroit either tomorrow or Wednesday. We had tickets for the Ohio tomorrow nite so we shall have to hunt around for someone else to fill Charley’s place. He is planning to go home over Easter and his raving on the subject has started me thinking along the same line. I do get a little homesick, – no I will be truthful and say very much homesick at times, and I would like to be with the family over the holidays. I don’t suppose I will be able to make the trip, and now that I know that you are returning to me I am not nearly as anxious to leave Cleveland.
How are we going to spend our first evening, dear? I know that I shall be so awed that I probably won’t be able to do more than gaze at you and dumbly wonder whether it is not too good to be true and that I am being tormented by a dream. Shall we try to solve it all at once or shall we think it over slowly and weigh each question until we are sure in our minds of its relative value? I know that you will be some disappointed in me, darling, and I am a little afraid. We have so many ideas and forces to reconcile that it is going to cause a certain strain. We must be strong enough to see the clear way through and if we can really understand each other and act in sympathy I am hoping that we will be able to laugh at what we at first thought were clouds of calamity.
I really don’t know what to “right” tonite, my dear, for I realize that this will reach you just a few hours before I will be able to speak to you. Why should I attempt to go into detail on any subject that we can decide upon so much better when we are able to talk to each other? Just think, dearest, the last time I held you – we were at Mt. Sinnai; you were sick and supposed to be in bed. I know that we shall always have that visit as something to look back to as one of the really worth while moments to remember and cherish. It was one moment in a lifetime.
As I said, Estelle, I really feel the futility of writing when I realize that you will be here a few hours after you first read this letter. Shall you not be just as well satisfied if we leave it all until Thursday?
I do love you and always be
Your
Leon H. Joseph
Per Lee
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