A guy just came in to tell us that dinner is being served in the dining car. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Maybe I did back in New York. Ha ha.
Give that little brat Kallie a hug for me. Tell her that I miss her and tell everyone Thanks for the great Good-bye party. I'll write again as soon as I get the chance.
Signed,
Your Loving Son
P.S., You'll never guess what they served in the dining car. Chicken! But, they cooked it three different ways. I sure hope this isn't a sign of the things to come.
*****
My Dearest Son,
September 4th.
Your letter came this afternoon while Kris was here. She was so excited to hear what you had to say, she couldn't wait, so I let her read it to me, twice.
She has gone home for now. I do hope that you wrote to her, she misses you very much. She has been by the house every day after school since you left. We can't believe that you have only been gone a week. It feels more like months.
The house is so quiet without you and the boys pounding on the floors and playing basketball out in the drive.
I don't think I like this much quiet. We miss you the most at dinner I think. Last Sunday was the worst. Kris was here like usual, but your empty place at the table haunted all of us. I've had to learn how to cook for only two, now that it's just Kallie and me.
She has slept in your bed for the last couple of nights, she says that it's because your bed is more comfortable.
If you don't mind, I'll let her sleep in there awhile longer, just until she gets more adjusted to things. Okay?
Please try to write to her and reassure her that you'll be home again soon, and that you haven't forgotten about her.
Martin sounds like a nice boy. It's good to know that you've made a friend so quickly. You give him my love and the two of you take good care of each other there, so that I won't have to worry.
Gary stopped by yesterday for a bit. He didn't have much to say. He played chess with Kallie for a while, and then they spent the whole afternoon out back picking every single apple off that old tree. Fourteen big boxes full in all. I think he is feeling a little lost without you, maybe he wishes that he had gone with you now.
Good gravy son, what in the world am I going to do with all those apples. Maybe I can get Kris to come by to help me can them into applesauce or pie filing or something.