Wednesday
Stell dearest,
As usual you relieve the tension before school. I am afraid that this will not be much more than a note, for I am late in starting. I received a letter from Charley this morning in which he informed me that he will arrive this evening. I shall try to leave class early so that I may meet him. I wish that I could get back to the room before he arrives as it is in a terrible condition. He will think that he has struck a combination of a drug store and a clothing shop that has just been hit with a bomb. Now that the profitable son is returning we shall have to kill the fat headed calf.
The weather is wonderful and I am getting the lure of the out of doors into my blood. Just think of the evenings that we can spend together, dear, when we can stroll and talk to our hearts content. You have planned our Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings as you told me at the hospital. If Lou does spend his Sunday mornings at golf – we shall spend ours on the tennis courts. Now that we realize that we are going to have a lot of time we shall surely devote it to the job of living.
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Arrived home about an hour ago and found Charley and Harold here. We have been talking things over and it has become rather late. I was putting off finishing this letter until Harold would leave, but as he seems comfortably settled for a while I am going to try to write while they are talking.
Stell honey, I just received your Monday letter and I must confess that I am a little hurt at its coldness. I know that you were tired from all your company when you wrote the letter, but it is such a stiff and formal note compared to what I had been anticipating all day – that I am doing some wondering as to the why of it all. Perhaps I hadn’t better mention any more about it tonite as I haven’t had time to adjust myself to your formal and impersonal mood. I am at a loss as to how to respond to it, Stell. I know that that letter won’t be carried around to be re read.
I shall have to keep faith in your Sunday letter until I receive your next. I am anxiously waiting to see what you will be thinking after you receive my Monday letter. Enough of this!
As I told you I am completely squelched and can’t find a place to start to reach you again. I am in the predicament of being jealous of someone or something and not know what I am jealous of. Strange, but nevertheless very real.
Of course as Harold is here I haven't had a chance to have a heart to heart talk with my room mate. We have so many things to have out that we will probably stay up all night. I am wondering how long he will be with me.
Stell honey, I somehow can’t get started tonite. As usual I have heaps of things to tell you – but you have sort of knocked the props out from under me. – However, dear, you know that I love you. – and I am hoping that that will explain a great deal.
Just,
Leon
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