Monday April 3, 1944

Dear Florence

My usual Sunday letter is being written to day as yesterday was busily spend speeding Ellery homeward. As I was in London for the passed week, I stayed at the Berkley with him, and again last night after he left. To night I returned to what I thought was my room only to find my clothes packed and my room rented to some one else. With not so much as a word they turned me “out” so to speak. Not that my