Tuesday, February 1oth, 1942


Dear Jack,

Today I kissed the postman! On the cheek of course, for he brought me my first letter from you. It was the one where you said you were running out of paper. I hope you've found some. Is it possible for me to mail you a package? If you get an address, I will mail whatever you need.

Anyway, I was so happy to hear from you. I danced around the kitchen and Mama kept rolling her eyes and smiling. I think she remembers what it was like to be young and happy with a beau. You are my beau.. you know? Are you more? My heart says yes.. oh Jack, I am so happy you are well. Hearing from you has brought all those days we shared come back to life. I smile when I think of you.

It's hard to keep busy now that you've gone. I've been watching the Kennedy children while she works. The factory has started a second shift to build parts for the war. Papa doesn't want me working there. He says that it's not women's work. He wants me to go to college and work on a nursing or teaching career. What do you think Jack? What you think is more important to me than anyone else.

You are in New York City? Oh my!! That is so exciting! Have you seen any famous people or been to the movie theaters? Some day it would be fun to go there, with you. And no one else. No chaperone. Just us. People might talk! Do you care? I don't think I would. But I don't know. The rules have been so strict for me. A good girl I am. Sort of.. I think of you when I go to sleep at night and when I wake in the morning.

You're always with me. Sasha misses you. She purrs and looks sad. You were so sweet to her.. bringing her catnip and the can of sardines. She tries to lay on your shirt everytime I take it off. Shoo kitty, that belongs to me!

It seems I'm always hurrying off to mail a letter. The mail leaves soon and I want to make certain mine goes today. Take care of yourself Jack.

Love,

Vivienne