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February 3, 1948

Dear folks,

1. No ink, Jean's bottle hidden from search.

2. I have been running quite a gamlet, will try to make up for the delay here: Sat night "Shoeshine" Italian movie with David; Sunday--sleep till eleven, wash clothes, baby job with 2 lively brats till six, International Center till bed (swell movie on Near East U.S. Universities with Lowell Thomas & technicolor Acropolis, etc. against blue skies & the really deep blue seas spoken of in Homer - oh! I understand their love of their sunny land very well.

3. Witness the following scene for yesterday (I am being completely regardless of anything except myself, but you'll want to know I have so little time with work at 8:30) me elbowed across the counter from Don, he having just sold me a book (K. Lear) & telling me about the psychological state of his last girl friend (who disillusioned him). Up walks busybody but at least loveable Mr. Ansel (his wife, a beauty, died: he showed us her picture today) to say "Better be careful, Don: she's giving you that godly look, I'm telling you..." To which I was able to reply, "No, you mean that ungodly..." But of course it was a combination. I feel thus so: it's just a week more, he won't care for me but it pleases him & it pleases me so why not enjoy myself by letting love, that surprising and uncontrollable urchin, take over? Just a little pain, that's all. But it's quite hard to write letters to John.     Well, upon this idyllic scene walks in--- Louise Kelly! I was at the time in very high but thank gosh controlled gear, and I was so glad to find someone to throw my arms about I could hardly greet her decently.    She'll live in Whitman, marry a Dutchman (not Koen) in two weeks, & finish college while he, able to emigrate by marrying her, gets into a good job. Jean & I put her off to bed as soon as she arrived from talking Marsha & her husband into a formal invitation to her man requisite to his coming here, so she [[strikethrough]] won't [[/strikethrough]] didn't upset us. She's grown surer of herself & it is easier to escape her domination. Still love her, tho', she's an adorable wench,

Love,
Doris