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June 27, 1953--NEW YORK, N.Y.--The 31 days were finally over--the counted weeks,
and counted days, and finally the counted hours. And then you appeared and your arms were really wide open. And the apartment was ours--there was a closet-space for you and cabinet-space and the double-bed for us and we went to it and you sent the stars spinning. And then there was talk and drinks and you put the Head in my safe-keeping and told me when you did that you really did want to marry me. And then there was more talk and catching up on what had happened with your work. We went out to dinner at Nicholson's, mostly so we could have the wonderful sense of really coming home. And it was lovely to be back and to lock our door and be together. 

Sunday, June 28, 1953--NEW YORK, N.Y.--We awakened and moved into eachother's arms and it was lovely to greet a new day together and to hope that sometime we would share that experience every day. It was fun fixing breakfast and we ate it and talked. And then we sat out in the sun and you made the divorce negotiations "visually concrete" for me. A quick lunch and off to meet Bertoia at Knoll's. And I was so proud and happy that you let me come along. And I loved listening to you explain the problem to Bertoia and to explain why an architect had to like the one form and what a sculptor might do and to speak of the relation of the arts. There was a lovely feeling of belonging and being a part of your life for me. And then we left and went to Mother's--and there was that dreadful, humilitating-for-me fifteen minutes and you were so nice about it and didn't let it annoy you. We managed to find tobacco in the rain and then to come home and feel warm and sheltered and together and we made love until the beef stew nearly burned up and talked about architevture [[architecture]] and art and about the life we hoped to have and went over lists of furnishings and talked about what we would need for whereever we were to live and talked about where that might be...

Monday, June 29, 1953--NEW YORK, N.Y.--You were so touchingly appreciative of any small thing I did for you, not realizing what profound pleasure it was for me to be able to do anything for you--and, by your remarks, making it even more fun. There was a short breakfast, for this was working day for both of us, and we went downtown in a taxi together and that was terribly nice.

Then I met you with Hans and I loved being included and I liked listening to the way you presented the furniture problem. And it was even nice saying "Goodbye" because I knew you would be coming home later and that I would leave work as soon as I could to go home and get dinner ready for us.

And when you did come home you were tired from the Battle of the Forum and it was so nice to know you felt at ease and comfortable enough to say so and then to tuck down the covers and give you a kiss good-night and to sit inside reading and listening to Mozart and knowing you were in the next room. I liked awakening [[strikethrough]] , [[/strikethrough]] you, too, and bringing you a drink. And then we had supper. [[strikethrough]] And [[/strikethrough]] No, first we had drinks on the small terrace and you brilliantly explained the whole Scandanavian phenomenon to me (architecture I mean, now, so there) and we talked about the Bauhaus and you were lucid and illuminating on that subject, too. Then there was dinner. And afterwards it was terribly pleasant to sit in the living room while I worked on the speech, trying to put down the very good things you'd said before, and you made Hal the magnificent envelope. And in the back of my mind was the sense that there would be many such evenings, working together (although we won't continue to spoil Hal and we'll find something more constructive for you to do--like working on a building, perhaps!) and feeling the nice warmth and goodness of being together, occupied with separate things, but still in communication, but all part of the same thing.

Tuesday, [[strikethrough]] May [[/strikethrough]] June 30, 1953--NEW YORK, N.Y.--There was breakfast and talk about the speech and then you phoned Boyd Anderson and explained the idea of the Milwaukee building to him and I liked being allowed to listen to that. And then you packed and [[strikethrough]] we [[/strikethrough]] you went downstairs and it had been a very beautiful time. And we had talked to Ray and Charlie and so we had that to look forward to. Golly, I loved you....