Monday, March 19, 1945

Again felt the dreadful doubt that Jimmie would come, but it was grand to think about all day. I felt like going to bed in the PM, and Dusty suggested it, so I came to the hut and took a nap. Sure enough at 5.30, Corp. Kingdom came over and said Jimmie was staying in London. Why all this should make me sick, I can't tell. I want him to stay, but the sight of him is so dear to me that it is pure, simple pain to know I won't see him - nor do I believe he has not changed. He doesn't need me now - incredible. Everything I have ever wanted to hear a man say to me Jimmie has said - except one, and that is impossible. Now silence, when even one day's separation used to be intolerable for him. Do people change so quickly? Even Kingdom said, "He plays terrifically, of course he's terrific in other ways!".

God help me, they bombed Marble Arch, and broke the Cumberland windows.