October 21, 1944

ROCKPORT, MASSACHUSETTS

Dear Rita,

Life is strange here. Robert hasn’t said a word about Levi, or my confession. And I haven’t brought it up, either. But it hangs between us. It tugs down at the end of our smiles.

We went into town for the first time as a family to get some shopping done. Robert is so strong. I can get the wheelchair in and out of the trunk of the car, but as soon as he can he takes over for me and wheels that thing around like nobody’s business. He’s so handsome. I think he’s even better-looking now than before. I told him so. I think he believed me.

We couldn’t get much done, as the local hero (Robert) garnered so much attention from everyone. I’m surprised there wasn’t an impromptu parade. I’d have welcomed one, to be honest. I felt some cold eyes on me. Robert felt them, too, but that’s when he grabbed my hand and kissed it.

That night he snuck out of bed again. But he wasn’t gone long...

And when he came back inside I turned to him and kissed him like a wife should kiss her husband. I didn’t know what else to do. And it felt right.

Anyway, that’s what’s going on here.

Love,

Glory

P.S. You know what Robert wanted me to make him for lunch yesterday? A sandwich on white bread with peanut butter and...get this...jelly! Have you ever heard of such a combination? I tried it, though. It’s good. Reminds me of the sweet-and-sour chicken at the Chinese food pagoda.