V-mail from Marguerite Vincenzo to Pfc. Salvatore Vincenzo
Happy birthday, honey!
In my mind we’re getting ready to paint the town. Vito’s got our table waiting, and he’s covered it in oysters, chopped salad and a steaming double portion of osso buco. You’ve got tickets to the Englert in the back pocket of your gray suit, the one with the piping. I’m wearing my gold dress in case we want to go dancing after the show. Va-va-voom! We’ll stay out past midnight and not care. We’ll dance so close they’ll need to pry us apart with a crowbar.
I love you, Sal. More than ever. You keep your handsome self safe.
Rita