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April 2 1944. Dear Hedda - I received today a gay letter from you (20 March) it was fun to read it and [[strikethrough]] you [[/strikethrough]] good to see how many different things you remember about a year ago (and you probably don't have a good memory for things you are not interested in). I forgot about the little dog in Washington, for me that room there was not the little dog room but rather the birds in the morning-room, the apple pie room, the double bed, the 5 o'clock in the afternoon room, one afternoon when it was cold and wind outside and you spent the afternoon in bed, reading and when I arrived from the Navy Dept. you were all set for love, taking more and more interesting positions in bed while I was reading to you the instructions to what to do in case of ship torpedoed and how to behave on a raft as a survivor. You didn't care at all for that sort of stuff and myself being impressed by spending some time on a raft and drinking the water contained in a fish. I didn't make love to you that afternoon and I [[strikethrough]] ca [[/strikethrough]] ate my fingers to the elbows months after (and now) remembering what an opportunity I lost.