26 January 1919

Dear Don,

Sunday p.m. - would that it were two weeks from today. We are all out of luck. The practical nurse we had was called away today as her year old grand-daughter has the flu.

Feeling purty good but this darn flu leaves one mighty weak. My temp is normal in the morning with only a slight rise in temp at night. My cough is much better and I don't ache as much. The Dr. says we are all doing fine.

Was glad to get your letter last night. Don't drop your insurance and I can send you money. I am allowed 10 days absence on pay and I won't be docked until a week from next Wednesday and if I got broke I wouldn't be bashful about asking Dad if my flu bills flew too high.

I'm not going back to work until I feel thoroly [sic] well cause don't care to take any chances. I'll enclose a check for 12.00. That ought to pay for two months.

I haven't heard a word from Ruth since before Christmas. I sent for some nite gowns & stuff but don't look for it until June. Dropped Dad a card to let him know I was in style.

Gee it gets monotonous being sick and have to depend on the girls to take care of us. They've been fine about it but its too hard on them. I think of the poor fellow in camp tho.

Write me the goings and comings often.

Lots of love, Leone

[Edythe sketch of the two of them sick in bed. "The Flus"]