September 23rd 1943

Dear Shirl,

      Remember the first night I poured my heart out to you?  Over a cup of hot chocolate I promised I'd tell you when I changed my mind.  I'm keeping that promise now.  Maybe I've reached my saturation point.  I'm sure I have had enough.

     Forget anything I asked, forget anything I said - just plain forget.  

     I don't know weather I've been a sucker or not.  Sometimes I feel that I have.  

     You asked me a question on your card.  The answer is, "The third I never got from you."

     I'm going to be o.k., I hope to hell you know what YOU are doing.  Are you happy now?

      Ten to one says that I come out better than you do.

       Ray