Bertin dear -
As always, you've been uppermost in my thoughts. I've been wondering if you got located comfortably, and without too much difficulty, and just where you are. (I must confess, I feel rather lost, not knowing just where you are, exactly.) I've imagined you at the Luxor, but it might be the Wynne, or a dozen other places. Wish I knew - though I keep telling myself you are all right - for loving you as I do I can't help but feel anxious about you, dear.
I watched your bus turn, then come back down the street, and both times I caught a fleeting glimpse of you; though I raised my hand to sort of wave, I doubt if you saw me. Elton waited beside mine till we left.
You were so sweet to me, dear; I feel closer to you since Saturday evening its hard to describe (and certainly not on this) but it's as though I am actually a part of you. (I hope you feel the same way, honey.)
These are beautiful days - and today the first day of Spring. How the time flies!
I felt like digging today - so this evening another girl and I spaded up a place along the lattice fence for some morning glories, and started a tiny garden spot, raking the dried weeds, first, then spading it. I hope we can have a few radishes, some lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes. Enough so we can have a few snacks in the barracks. About five other girls appear interested in gardening so maybe they will grow some too for I don't intend to plant much. (I hear water gets scarce so I want only enough we can care for.)
I went over to the show this eve with the girl who helped me, but she had seen it so we came back and went over to the hospital and called on two sick WACs. They were so glad to see us - I know how tickled I was when anyone came to see me! Afterwards, I took a book, and read three one act plays the Lieutenant (WAC) had asked me to review then I bathed and crawled in between sheets and started this letter to you. Imagine my surprise to feel something sort of crunchy under me and discover someone had put rice krispies under my lower sheet! I laughed till tears rolled down my cheeks - but I opened the bed next to me and transferred the breakfast! (I think she did it for a joke of course, but since she is the one who did it, she will get it now!) 'Course I had short sheeted her once, so I sort of expected to be paid back somehow, some time. It was the oddest feeling to lie here and feel one little krispie after another pop or crunch under my weight as I rolled about on the sheet!
Last evening after play practice, a girl from the first barracks came over to talk to me. She is our prompter - my bed was still rolled up as that was airing day and clean linens. I started to make my bed, which is right next to the little barracks dayroom. She peeped into our cupboards, looking for food, saying she was hungry. (She never eats at the mess hall, just drinks coffee with lots of milk in it, and is in a bad mental groove I'd say.) Anyway, a sandwich was on the table in there, all wrapped up in wax paper (the way they are when you buy them at the PX), and coffee was perking in a pot beside it on a little grill. She said "there's someone [sic] sandwich," and I said "Guess someone is having a lunch" - she asked if we had bread or crackers - she saw the peanut butter and jelly we had but nothing to put it on - I said we had none, but she could have an orange I had and some candy. She took the orange and ate it but said it was awfully sour - I was making my bed, and then she came and helped me but left right after - quite hurriedly, I thought. The girls went into the dayroom for the coffee, and the lone sandwich, but it had disappeared - only the wrapper remained!! The girls vow she took the sandwich, and the cracks they make about it are just too funny for words. It really does look like it, (that she took it) but I hate to think she'd do that. Guess they will put all food under lock and key, or stand guard if she ever shows up again.
My pen has a streak of not "choosing to run" so I am now turning it over and using the back of it. It needs a new point, but after writing with the reverse side for a while I get it to work a little correctly.
Since I was here, I wrote a note to Louise Enock in Florida. One short "hello" note, but the letter came back with a "left no address" stamped on it, but also in the other corner, printed in pencil, "Died at home in Indiana." (I seem to be having difficulties both with pen and ink.) I'm now in the day room, and there is no blotter.
Do write me dear, and tell me where you are staying, and lots of other things.
I hope you found a few really good chess players, and go to some shows. Wish I was there with you, oh I wish it so much!!
I hope its right that Germany falls this Spring - it's odd how you were there in Denver when the war started and also when we were attacked at Pearl Harbor. Hope it happens right soon, and then you can come home! Wish it meant I could for good too. All my love, always and forever your Carol