Dearest Gee.
Two days now — no letter from you. Are you mad at me? I got another nice letter from Vic Winmer tonight. Now that means writing another letter. He is sure lucky to get the break he did. Guess the Bruns and the Barbers live on the wrong side of the street.
I sent your bracelet tonight so it should get there about the same time as this letter. I do wish you a happy birthday. The present looks a little clanky to me but it’s the best me and the dagoes could do under the circumstances. Those last three words take in a lot of territory. To my notion they just don’t have anything nice. You should be pretty well stocked up on jewelry now.
You wouldn’t be in the mood to wash a couple pair of dirty socks, would you? I got a pair.
Sure hope me brudder moon [Moon Mullins comic reference] gets away to come see me. I’ve been sweating him out. Haven’t heard anymore from him since my last letter, so thought maybe he had started out. Suppose he’s about the same way I am when it comes to passes.
I could sure go for some more candy bars and cookies. How is the film situation? I’m down to my last roll. Also the eggs. Eggs here cost 17¢ apiece. And still we buy them. We had some nice chicken tonight. Ice cream yesterday for our anniversary. Well, kid, this is short but when I don’t hear from you it doesn’t leave anything to write about. Hope I see you soon. I sure love you and miss you.
So long now.
Snook
Letters From Snook 