Saturday
En route
Dearest Estel,
This is but four weeks from the day when we took this very train. It seems so different dear with out you by my side to share it all with you know I don’t believe that I will ever forget that “near-honeymoon” of ours. It was so dear to both of us. The only bitterness was in its abrupt ending.
Sweet, there is a nosey woman sitting next to me and I know that she will have a stiff neck before I finish this. It seems that I always have company on trains when I am writing to you!
Am anxiously awaiting news of your anticipated interviews. I hope that they will not make you miserable! Gee, sweet, if I can’t bring you anything but trouble I will never be happy. You must not let it depress you, honey, for remember you are home you must make at least and impression of happiness.
It is terribly hot in this fool coach, as I am riding on Jack’s pass. I didn’t dare approach the Pullman window. My last experience is too vivid in my mind. I am afraid that I couldn’t think up another excuse in a hurry.
Last nite we “pokered”. As might be expected the game was a long one. It is the first time we have played in some while so it was a welcome distraction. Charlie and I received the dividends but they were not enough to purchase the linoleum. I won about enough to buy a tooth brush holder or a mop handle. (Would the latter be acceptable?).
I don’t know who we will spend the week end. George has a friend visiting him so there will be probably some excitement. I am to call Zaz tonite and he may drive up to take us down to Ellwood City. I will probably stay away until Tuesday noon. I have an engagement at Syl Berger’s sister’s home for Tuesday evening but I am going to write and break it. I will be tired and besides I have little inclination to go out.
Honey, it is rotten that I won’t get your letters until Tuesday nite. I shall spend all evening reading and re-reading them. You are taking a mean advantage of me, dear. How can you expect me to be patient and enjoy my trip when I know that your dear letters are impatiently awaiting my return to Cleveland?
I am not going to scribble any more. It is so devilish hot, I know that my fellow travelers neck will not be able to stand more strain, and besides I doubt whether this is legible. I will mail in Youngstown and hope for the best.
Love,
Leon
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