I got a ticket to Lysistrata!
Dearest Patricia:
You looked as sharp as ever at the concert tonight and were as charming. How happy I am that you have such excellent taste, are blessed with a radiance of personality and a smile that are straight out of heaven and a voice that is music itself. If anything ever was, to paraphrase one of your own expressions, “I’m deeply thankful that you are you, and that you and I have mutually adopted each other”.
You (and Ron, also) have been very sweet to me today - but you especially. When I had given myself up to and expected wasn’t of four days or so with no chance of seeing you before some time Monday, I take down the phone in answer to its ring and hear a miracle, “Will I take you up to the mountains again to feed the kittys?” gladly! And though you were grateful, it was all sheer pleasure for me. “The hours I spend with you, my darling - are like a string of pearls to me. I count them over and look forward to each new one in turn -“ another paraphrase but not an idle word in it!
Then , to have you phone me this afternoon, just because you “felt that I wanted to call you” put my heart in high gear.
And to have Ron hunt me up tonight and invite me to sit with you for the concert - just filled my eyes to brimming. I did so enjoy the concert - but more because I could sense your presence and I like to see and know that you are in the company of a young man as fine as Ron appeals to me. To me he is a truly cultured and polished young gentleman, well above the others I have met in your company. He represents the kind by whom you should be surrounded and protected for the rest of your days - with me in for a while, of course - just for a bit of perspective!
I’ll be waiting to hear your voice on the phone in that promised next call tonight or tomorrow. Sweet dreams, sweet. Carl.