But, if I had had your letters forwarded to this dump of the Levant, I never would have got them.

Now, I have to wait for them until I get to Paris, but there I will surely get them.

Cables, of course, can reach me, but no cables mean to me that you are all right.

Nor do I want to "talk" about Christmas.
You know how I feel about that, and about missing the first one SHE has had.

But it will be the LAST one we will know apart.