Bill, Darlin'--
My heart is broken cause I'd counted so much on coming to Portland this weekend, and then when I got your letter this morning and a card from Aunt Edna asking when to expect me--I felt even worse. Darn it--why do things like that have to happen to me. My eye is still swollen today, but it doesn't itch like it did, so probably tomorrow it will be all right. But darn it, yesterday it was sore as could be and was swollen shut all morning. Now I wish I'd come anyway, but it's too late. What a life, what a life, what a life.--
I am writing this at work and will mail it at six and then maybe you will get it Saturday morning. I Hope--
You should see the huge stove that they have out here now. Big as a furnace and as hot when it's full of wood. And I'm right in front of it.
I am going to miss you an awful awful lot this weekend and know I'll regret not coming to Portland. But please think of me once in a while and remember I love you.
Dotty
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