Playing Possum
One in a series of love letters I bought at the flea market that I'm transcribing for my nosiest friends.
Every Friday I send out a real love letter that I’ve transcribed from a box I bought at the flea market. Missed one? Check the chronological list.
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November 29, 1960
Dearest Kay,
This must, of necessity, be short. Finally made up that math exam this afternoon. I’m not talking about it. I can’t do on the next one what I did on that one. If I do, I will be in trouble.
How much trouble?
Only 18 days till Christmas vacation. The closer the end of the semester gets, the worse the load gets.
A miracle happened today. I got a letter from Roger, without his having written me. This is an omen. A good one, I hope. Have to write back before I wake up and find out the whole thing was a hallucination. Don’t know when I’ll have time though.
Russ is resentful that Roger doesn’t write more. But also this is confusing. Probably a childhood friend? But he got a letter without Roger writing him? What?
How’s your speech coming along? And how’s the studying and work load doing? Not too bad I hope. It can never be good. Take it from one who speaks from experience. Have to close now. Just wanted to let you know: I’m still alive. Now I can start convincing myself. I think I died a long time ago and am just too mean to lie down and act dead.
Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep tight and Sweet dreams. Take real good care of yourself. Keep right in there pitchin’.
Love ad infinitum,
Russ
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