Day off - spent most of it on the bed, writing. Soph is down in London shopping for us and assured me she is going to peddle my ARC piece to Headquarters. Seems to think I could get a publicity job in London; asked me if I'd stay on here at least four months. Will I? I wouldn't leave for the world...I'm hospital-minded now - and would die of nostalgia. Mail from Dad, Louise, Mabel - cards from Helen and Anne. Had tea in my favorite green short chair at the Mead House - took a Cosmopolitan along to read Paul Gallico's article on Buzz Bombs in London. First complete magazine story I've read for many months. Got some flowers at Dusty's request. Missed dinner. Mailed two packages home with my treasures. Soph arrived from London around 11 PM having met Ham Greene accidentally at Grosvenor House. He was thrilled to see the 188th, and will call me in the AM. In the middle of her recital Rachel, who was a little buzzed, came from the mess with 3 lbs. of purloined steak which she cooked on the spot - we really enjoyed it. Got a handkerchief from Lt Dormond's mother.
(pictured: back: Sophie Schramko, Doris Duston; front: Phyllis Coe, Rachel Garrett, Virginia Cooley)
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