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TWENTY-NINE

MAVERICK

Spokane, October 1, 1953

Darling Cass,

It has been three months to the day since that first afternoon in the park. I think about it daily—how you walked toward me in your polka-dotted dress, shining brighter than the sun itself. That was the best day of my life, and saying goodbye five weeks ago was the worst. But don’t you fret. It’s a temporary hitch, and it warms my heart to know you are waiting for me to return.

I am still on the lookout for a new job back in Seattle, but so far I’ve had little luck. Thank goodness Mama didn’t mind one bit keeping Pip with her. Now that I know sales is not my cup of tea, my options are somewhat more limited. In the meantime, I will cruise around our beautiful state in this delivery truck, thinking of you no matter where I am, and trying to count my blessings. Sad to say many of the returned veterans are worse off. But I am darn proud that you’ve already snagged a job at the hospital—just like I foresaw. Well done, my darling!

I knew it would pain me to be away from you but not how much. Believe me when I say this past summer with you was the time of my life. When I close my eyes, I see those baby blues of yours looking up at me, those rosy cheeks and witty lips, and in the hush of the night, it is your sweet voice I hear. I dream often of your soft embrace. Cass—you have stirred something in me and made me a new man. I’ve got to get back west. I’ve just got to!

Writing those words now, I am overcome with emotion. Were we not separated by half the world for too long? And here I am and there you are. It ain’t right.

No, I hereby solemnly swear that I will be back in the city before the snow seals off the passes. I will take whatever job comes my way and once more be in your arms. We’ll make Christmas outshine summer with our love. Yes, I said it. I love you. And I cannot wait to see you again.

My heart is yours,

Mav