Is Bill really in India?
June 29, 1944 Dear Bill, I’m taking you at your word -! By process of much serious though on the matter I’ve decided you must have gone to India. (Now tell me you are in Italy or something and let me scream.) Your flying and stuff makes better sense that way. Lucky thing. I get so darn homesick – and so utterly ill of this unholy dump – I’d practically give my eyes to get out. And here you get a trip by plane all free and everything. Ah me! The suspense is positively grueling. I’m crazy to know where you’ll be and what you’ll be doing, etc. The curious type you know! As I keep impressing on you nothing ever happens here. In fact it even goes so far as to do the reverse of happening. What I’m trying to build up to – unsuccessfully – is that in spite of all my mathematical figures on having 1 in 20 chances I didn’t win a single thing in that bond raffle thing. (Thing, thing – how singularly expressive...