Thursday, April 5, 1945

Jack called promptly while I was writing letters for Ward 28. My N.P. Evans was framing letters to Oxford professors when his Harvard English teacher wanted to meet.    The point was to ask them to come see him without seeming to be presumptuous.  Anyway, Jack was charming and already had plans for trains to Cheltenham.  We'll meet at 10 am at the Red Cross on Monday.  He says this marriage must gt settled, and "pretty damn quick".  I asked him on the phone if we could go to to the Mardi Gras and he said, "You haven't been to New Orleans?" and then named half a dozen places there. He said wistfully, "We have so much to make up for".  Doesn't know yet if he'll stay in the U.K. or go to France.
Benny gave me a good L3 permanent and told me about his wife throwing away his NAZI flag he'd seized under a rain of bullets, because "it smelled bad"!  Said he was in a fox hole last summer digging in his tank when the letter came telling him she's ordered a lynx jacket - he likes her that way!