No sooner did Leon get back to DC from his day in Pittsburgh with Elly than he sat down to write her a letter:
Elly sweetheart —
My heart is still so full that I find it difficult to begin “talking” calmly about such things as the blizzard-piercing train ride and my fears for you — (walking back through the swirling snow to that dangerous crossing at the foot of the depot, how ‘brave” you would be after I left, and whether your bus would be on time and make the return journey in good time and without incident) and more than anything I was worried about your cough. Let me know what you are doing or did I hope — for it and how soon you are all well again.
And before I forget, let me thank you again for being the most wonderful and considerate girlfriend any guy ever had. I refer, of course, to the swell gifts which are doubly welcome to me — (1) I can surely use them (2) they are expressions of your love.
I arrived on schedule — blizzard or no — 8:20, and proceeded immediately to the house. After perfunctory greetings to Mrs. Crow, I picked up your letter and one from Mom. They were both very sweet and I don’t hafta tell you whose I paid extra-special attention to. It was real cute-like and so are you but much more so.
A very special thank-you and schnuggle to Rudy whose thoughtfulness literally and figuratively saved the day for us. It was really great to be chawin’ Rudy’s cooking and had I knowed she could make pork chops and egg salad I sure woulda gone for her ‘stead of her blue-eyed kid sister. And the cookies were the best I ever et — send me the ressipee, eh, Ru? Give up? or should I “needle” yuh somore.
It looks like a hectic week for your boychik. Mrs. Crow expects me — though she hasn’t demanded (yet) — to get out by Wed of this week. So I’ll be dashing around looking for a boarding house. This whole business may be a blessing in a very good disguise, as I may actually improve my status financially and as to eating (home-cooking and on schedule). I have to make laundry arrangements again and dissolve a host of problems which always arise when a change of locale is effected.
Sweetest sweetheart — I hope you came through at least as well as I did. I really feel very good (much to my amazement) and don’t see how I could possibly feel otherwise — fatigued or not — by just thinking of our bliss-packed day. I almost felt that a train line between “heaven” and earth was bearing me back on the trip home. There were as many forever precious moments passed away in each other’s arms that they fight with one another for my memory’s undivided attention — each claiming it is the super-ultra of ecstatic moments and — strangely enough each is absolutely right.
I must make this brief now — it is already longer than either you or I thought it would be so don’t complain — as I hope to investigate several of those rooming places before I go in to work. I have just returned — after sleeping from about 9:30 to 1 — from a very hearty steak dinner (french fries, peas, tea, cake, pineapple juice forshheiss) and am once again clean-shaven and fresh clothed.
Ooh my dearest, most precious, wonderful Ellybunchdoll! — how shall I ever thank you enough for the most gloriously happy experience of my existence thus far. I say “thus far” advisedly — as I long for the day when each night (I’ll be working days, I hope) will be similar if not equally thrilling. And nothing can equal my love for you my very own.
Usual greetings to our mutual friends with toasted ones for Ru and Mr. Wm Garfinkle. (With an inward memory which finds us repeating our Great Kiss) — I love you
Hmm. What was that gloriously happy experience? Could it be…?