August 2, 1940.
Just think one more day and then I will see you again. Oh darling, I can hardly wait. The hours just dragging by now and it seems like years since yesterday.
Your letter today was so sweet and I love you so much. I will have to admit now that I was a little bit disappointed yesterday -- but you were a little tired, I guess.
Dad and I went to the wrestling match tonight. The “Angel” wrestled -- I can sense that you have heard of him. He is the ugliest thing I have ever seen -- worse looking even than “B” Reed or Maurice Hill or any of those goons you run around with.
Dad and mother are leaving Saturday. They are going to take the “zipper” and dad had the pontiac fixed up for me -- so I will come in it.
Darling how many centuries has it been since I last kissed you goodbye. Gee honey, I have missed you so much. It has been worse than it ever was before.
I plan to leave here as soon after noon as I can and I should be there by 5 or 6.
Just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful.
I love you