Wednesday 11:30 pm
Estel dear –
Just returned to the room from a visit at the home of our salesman friend. I had not intended to stay so late, but I was so engrossed in our conversation that I didn’t realize how late it was. His home is on Doan Avenue, the street beyond Knowles, so I had quite a trip home. Of course I stopped in at Clarks for our customary pecan roll, but it didn’t taste the same. Something missing and I had felt it all evening. I needed you!
It was really a revelation to spend an evening with this chap. He has an unusual collection of books and a broad knowledge of philosophy that seems to form for him a world all his own. All evening I sat and marvelled at how this shabby little man, whose income is but a few dollars more than my own and who is looked upon as a failure by his associates, can sit back and show one the world he has created for himself and make one eny. He is plugging along in his work trying to make a living for his Mother, wife and three small children. Still at nite he comes home to his family, brings good cheer with him and is probably much more happy than those who pity him. I envy him for his outlook on life. If I could take things as they come, as he does, and cherish the bright spots and forget the shadows – I would feel that I had earned to live.
We sat for three hours discussing life, literature, and luck. I asked the questions; – he did the discussing. Of life I found that I knew little; – of literature I found that I knew less; – but when it came to luck I had to admit that I was conversant on the subject. I was very much depressed when I arrived but it wasn’t long before I was made to feel thoroughly ashamed. Really, dear, I have all that one needs to do is to hear of others – then he is more content with his own lot.
But all that is uninteresting to you – and I am truly sorry.
Honey, I missed your letter today. I still had hopes of finding one when I returned this evening but I was disappointed. However, I know that yo uare home for the first time in many months and are about as busy as one little girl could be. I can imagine how you are rushing around and can understand your not getting time to write, sweet.
Someone called my friend Miss Dittenhofer today at the office and asked her to secure your address from me. Before I could think I answered “670 South Crescent.” She then told me that someone was going to Cinny and would like to know how to reach you by phone. As she wouldn’t tell me who wanted to know I didn’t feel free to give them your phone number.
Perhaps I am an old woman, but I can’t see giving your number to a person who is too finicky to tell me who they are. If they call tomorrow I will prefer them to Lou. Am I silly, dear? Should I have passed on the information without questions? I am anxious to know.
Saw the “Kat and Kanary” and enjoyed it a lot. The only drawback was that a crowd of fool girls insisted on getting hysterical at the ideal place for them to keep quiet – and of course they ruined the best scenes. However we saw enough to please us. The cast was excellent.
Am enclosing some pictures that Nate sent. As usual they are terrible.
It is now one so I will continue this tomorrow.
Love Leon
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