11/25/44 Italy
Bona Sera, mioglia mia:
Come esta?
Toots, until I came overseas I didn’t know what “out of this world” meant. Tonight, I learned.
A couple of us were looking at the #1 bar maid. She looked nice, legs, hair, breasts, etc. But, being a nasty guy, I started comparing. When I considered what I had at home, no comparison was possible!
I met the wives of some of the foremost thinkers of Italy once. Smart women—molte intelligentsia. But I wouldn’t trust them to handle my finances, write my book, and conduct what little business affairs I have.
The Vulcano kids have been raised in style, traveled in a Parigi, etc. But if they bought me a pair of socks & a tie, would I wear same? Hell no! Nena & Emma hit 85%, but only one gal ever hits 100%.
Well, it boils down to this. My world here is rather complete compared to most officers. But the capabilities of one little ol’ gal are just plain out of this world. I love her, admire her, respect her, and oh boy—do I want her!
I guess you’re stuck, Marfy.
Your very own, Cy.