Tuesday[1]
Dear Robert[2],
I hope
you’ve located your furlough papers or made peace with the powers that be, but
definitely we couldn’t find them and we honeycombed the house.
Elizabeth
called me since I was going in to the dentist anyway and after one hour of
searching I SOS’d her to come and again we went through everything including
mamma’s desk ( don’t tell her)! William looked through all the music, too.
That’s why he wanted to be counted in on the telegram. I do hope you’ve worked
out something on them. We even called the Cleaners. That woman remembered you
and was awfully concerned, too.
I hope
you’ve been having a very fine time. Mamma wasn’t home yet when I was in today.
It’s ass
hot as when you were here, 105 today. I wish I was at Grasils[3].
Love,
Cornelia[4]
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