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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-21 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 2
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he ate so much we had to help him down the steps. Later Ernest brought his family over to escort Mother R. home, and immediately John and I took up our love making just where we had left off the day before. Last night he said "Aunt Sweetheart, I love you so much", and he kissed me on the nose to prove it. He is my "Nephew Sweetheart" and I am his "Aunt Sweetheart". Quite a nice li'l proposition, not? He is a dear little lover. Sometimes he kisses me in a way that makes me thrill in anticipation of the lover kisses he will one day give to his sweetheart. And while we are on the subject, would you mind kissing me? Lessee - isn't it Sunday that we'll have been married eight months, and you'll not be here to kiss me! Before me, on the desk, is the picture of a boy who is just out of High School. He's an impudent looking sort. This picture doesn't show that serious "I must not forget those peanuts" expression that I find in the larger more recent picture of the same boy. On the contrary. In the small picture he is asserting, "I know there isn't any Santa Claus and I can
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he ate so much we had to help him down the steps. Later Ernest brought his family over to escort Mother R. home, and immediately John and I took up our love making just where we had left off the day before. Last night he said "Aunt Sweetheart, I love you so much", and he kissed me on the nose to prove it. He is my "Nephew Sweetheart" and I am his "Aunt Sweetheart". Quite a nice li'l proposition, not? He is a dear little lover. Sometimes he kisses me in a way that makes me thrill in anticipation of the lover kisses he will one day give to his sweetheart. And while we are on the subject, would you mind kissing me? Lessee - isn't it Sunday that we'll have been married eight months, and you'll not be here to kiss me! Before me, on the desk, is the picture of a boy who is just out of High School. He's an impudent looking sort. This picture doesn't show that serious "I must not forget those peanuts" expression that I find in the larger more recent picture of the same boy. On the contrary. In the small picture he is asserting, "I know there isn't any Santa Claus and I can
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