I was just getting dressed when I was told Mrs. Williams
would pick me up in half an hour. We went to Clermont for lunch and over Pomona
and Scripts College. Home about four. Solitaire and letters tonight.
Friday night
Dearest George,
Life certainly isn’t complete without you dear. I wish I
were in Portland with you. I try to be interested but it all seems so
artificial and unimportant. I don’t care about the affairs of the world or the
politics of the nation. I am just interested in the affairs and lives of the
people I love. I’m afraid I am provincial. I like to go to these things but not
as a critic but to enjoy them and to go with people I know and love and who I
know will enjoy them as I do. I guess I am just a sort of simple soul that
doesn’t appreciate the advantages that I have. I miss you so dear.
Today Mrs. Earl came after Mrs. Williams and I and we went
to the Assistance League for lunch. It is a restaurant near the studios. We saw
Joan Blondel and Buster Keyton. I forgot to tell you last night that we saw
Gary Cooper at the play. This afternoon I was going to read on my bed but I
fell asleep and slept all afternoon. When I woke up there were three lovely
letters at the foot of my bed, two from you and one from Doro. She told me all
about the dance and Dorothy’s badge. I am so happy for her. Doro and Jean seem
to get along all right.
Tonight after supper Mrs. Williams and I went on some
errands and now we are going to bed early.
Good night sweet heart.
Wed. Morning
The writing and spelling of the first part of this letter
are worse than ever. I was going to copy it over but Mrs. Williams just called
from downtown and I must be ready to hop into the car as soon as she
arrives. So you see I haven’t time to
add anything more. There isn’t anything more to add anyway because I just got
up.
Except that I love you sweet heart and I wish the thirty-first
would be a little quicker bout getting here.
Worlds and Worlds of love,
Annie
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