27 July 1944

July 27, 1944

Dear Daddy,

I haven’t a thing to tell you that’s happened since yesterday, but I thought I’d write you, anyway at your other Hotel and say hello. Your letter the other day was disgustingly short. How was the conference? I’m glad you’ll be on your way by the time you receive this. We’ll be having dinner together again. I haven’t much ambition to get dinner when there’s no one to eat with. I’ve only had dinner with Mary Jane twice. She’s been out to dinner the rest of the time and twice when she was aked out I was asked somewhere else, so it didn’t make any difference. Tonight I’d like to stay down town and see what there is to see. I didn’t tell Mary Jane, cause I haven’t seen her to talk to.

I had a music lesson last night and he couldn’t have me till 8:30, so when I got out it was very dark and he walked home with me. Poor Bernie, I think that was swell of him, considering he can hardly see a thing anyway.

I believe I’d better stop typing now, as I’m taking care of the telephone for a man’s secretary while she’s out to lunch and he just got back. This typewriter makes a lot of noise here and it might disturb him. See you Sunday…

Love,

Sibyl
(signed)