Still no word from Berry-berry. I would appreciate it if you would meditate about this as he is the type to get into trouble. If anything comes to you, no matter how awful it is, I know you would pass it on to me, as some word of any kind is better than just worrying myself sick. I have still not yet gotten over how it all came to you about Gladys Huntsinger’s pregnancy at 38 long after she’d given up hope—not to mention the death of poor Carole Lombard 12 hours prior to the radio—and the downfall of Japan was nothing to sneeze at!! I still urge you to get some of these things notarized showing the dates, and then just watch the doubting Thomases. Do pray for Berry-berry. I’m afraid he is a chip off the old block but he gets his height and broad shoulders and good eyesight from my side of the family. Remember how tall and straight my father stood, and stood out in a crowd? Taking nothing away from Ralph, a good-looking man B.P. (Before Prohibition. Ha.) but was never tall and his hair is gone as well. Even so, if you could see him, dear Bernice, a small man but strong with the constitution of a horse, and you wouldn’t believe he was sixty-one these days but the calendar doesnt lie. I’m afraid Berry-berry is a chip off the old block, but thank heaven he does not preach C-ism. Ralph was never an out-and-out C either. He just likes being different. For instance if everybody went atheist, I am certain he would become a priest. Ha. Because lately he says he is an agnostic and just loves sitting in the basement doing jigsaw puzzles. But I knew when I married a man dogs years older I would have to pay the piper so this is no complaint. However Bernice dont laugh at me but do you ever have dreams? Bernice there is not a living soul I would breathe this to, but I dream quite a bit lately about Arch Roper. Very romantic dreams. Arch Roper is not in the Yearbook as he was taken out of school by his father but you remember him well I’m sure. So you see I am an old middle-aged woman who still has dreams of taking walks and dating and everything. I feel silly telling all this, and dont know how you can read it without getting mad at me. Oh, Bernice, I just love you to pieces.

Our new trouble is Clinton who it now comes out has quit school fifty-seven days ago in a row and would not go back on pain of death. If he had some kind of job to occupy him I wouldn’t mind so much, but he is doing conversations again and am now considering your advice of two years ago about getting professional counsel because I cant get through to him and Ralph will not. Would you advise us to move out of this house? I shiver every time I go past Berry-berry’s room, which he never once slept in. It’s as if he was dead even though going around the country is a common thing in young men. Ralph put it very well, he has a turn of phrase, he said the clock ticks louder here, which is very fitting because sometimes I think I’m going crazy. Ha. Bernice, it’s like we have got all our things arranged but none of us is moved in yet, can you understand that and we’ve been here almost a year? However we will all get settled soon and I dont want you to worry about us. Because I feel better already, dearest friend, so write soon and if there is anything I can do please let me know and I will drop everything! Give my love to Echo, she is pretty as a picture.