Later, June 10 Every time I read about a test blackout in NY - about the possibility (it's only that) of an air raid, I'm so glad you're in Newhampsh [New Hampshire]. I turn up a New Silly Milly every day. I don't know whether Wanna Fight? Or Gimme! is my favorite. [typed at the bottom of the letter]: Sunday -- June 12 It's infuriating I couldn't make you hear me better on the telephone last evening. I made myself speak with such a damn mellifluous distinctness of enunciation that a teacher of elocution would have sounded like a box-car in comparison; and then I was crisp and secretarial, and no go -- and all the time I had such a lot to say, such importances, as (1) I miss you horribly, (2) It's hot, (3) I know you will be tremendous in Jason and (4) I miss you.