December 11, 1944.
Updated: Nov 11
This is the last letter I will try once more to ask you to come home. How would you feel if someone kept saying I am coming home soon and then not come. You have kept me on nerves end I could just scream sometimes. Why can’t you be there the 16th if you get your ticket. Maybe you don’t owe me any thing but you do have a responsibility to Sonny. Why don’t you wake up and think how he must feel. He keeps asking when you are coming home? What can I say. Each letter is more indefinite. Listen Dorothy, you know you owe over $17 insurance. Where are we going to get that money if you don’t come and get a job and earn it. Where is the Xmas tree coming from and when do you intend to get it if you don’t come home. I am getting sick and tired of all these promises I want some definite action. Write me exactly when you are leaving? If you don’t come by the 16th you can stay till hell freezes over I’ll not ask you again. What money you send you just takes care of the insurance and doctor. Mine is still unpaid. I can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip. Come home for I must go to work as I Can’t get along any more. I just got to work that all. I not too lazy or old either. By the way you are writing to Auntie and sending it some where. She knows more about your business than I do. She tells it over the telephone. If that’s the case you can consider things at an end between us. Anyway she told me I might be thankful for a roof over my head. But I’m not I work enough for that and thens there a place for people without a home. Dorothy I don’t know what to say or do any more. It seems you just don’t care what happens to Sonny and I . If you was so home sick for him like you say you would come home. Nothing would hold you. I’m beginning to think its just a line. I got 2 letters today. You suit yourself and buy what you want. You don’t listen to me any how. Or you wouldn’t be down there any more.
Tonight I burned the whole side of my face. The furnace back fired. I was lucky I had my hat on or I would have burned my hair off. Not a soul gives a damn though all they want is heat. I got your box too. We got snow here about 4 inches. Just another job for me that’s all. I’m crying so hard I can’t see any more. Send me a special and tell me when you are leaving. You must be here by Saturday. I just can’t go on like this. I sick of this whole set up! You just using me for a fool so you can have a good time. In the first place you had no business going so far when you had Sonny to think about. In a 100 years from now everything be alright. I can’t wait that long. I’m not fooling this time you be here by Saturday. You can make it. We need you just as bad as your Sailor does and maybe more.