6 January 1941 – Queens, New York
This letter may seem a little strange to you and then again it might not. I’m writing this to beg forgiveness for the way I have been acting the last few days. No one is to blame but myself. I’ve been a crazy fool. I don’t [know] what got into me. It just happened. I hope you understand and forgive me. I really can’t write or say what inside of me. Please understand that it isn’t htat I[‘m] tiring of you because everyday you grow stronger in me. Try to understand. I’ll try my hardest to treat you like a lady and a dear friend should be treated. I love you.
P.S. I think you’ll understand this.