got a postcard from Charles. Inside the suitcase there were many things, even some of yours, my dear ones, (socks, handkerchiefs, shirts).
Friday 2 October:
I got a letter from Georges (who has left) but nothing from you.
Saturday 3:
Nothing.
Sunday:4:
Nothing. I still cannot go out.
Monday:5:
I phoned Willie and he told me that Mr. Lapp went to Fourrier’s and took the bicycle. What a “(bastard)” he is – This evening Mrs. Cavailhon came back. She brought some forms for America and said it was now a certainty that I’ll be leaving and she won’t be sending me to school, either here, or in Haute-Loire. How often I have kissed your photo.-
Tuesday 6:
Nothing from you.
Wednesday 7:
I filled out the forms for America. A ship leaves on November 25th. It’s the one I am to take, because Mrs. Cavailhon