Dearest George:
I just got home a little while ago
from playing tennis. We played five sets of good and long games. After cleaning
up I went to bed. I felt kind of guilty about not answering your letter so I
slipped out again. What sleep I lose tonight, I can make up tomorrow as I am on
my vacation and it seems mighty good, even if I am losing out on my check for
two weeks.
I’m glad the figures in your
department are high. That seems to be one of the best ways of getting in good
with the boss. I kind of wish they would go way down here and they would ask
you to come back—what say? Lots of things I wish for isn’t there, that don’t
come true.
They’re having a dance at the Club, up
the street. The music is sure loud up in my room. It is kind of annoying to go
to sleep by so I see where I’ll have to close windows.
I’m getting drowsy and I haven’t much to
say tonight except that I’m sure looking forward to your coming for me.
I almost forgot—before closing I wanted to ask something. Is your
recommend still in the Fifteenth Ward or did you take it with you? If it’s
still here, can’t you leave it and get a recommend from them later on? I’m sure
you want to get married in the Temple just as much as I do, don’t you?
My love for you is with all my heart, not only now George, but
forever. Be good dear and write to me often, I sure need you.
With all my love,
Your Alice.
Your Alice.
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