Miserable weather

Boy, this weather has been lousy. My folks' place gets hotter than an oven in summer. It's miserable, and the worst part is that everyone acts like it ain't hot. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it's hot.

Ah, they laugh at me, though, my family. They all tell me I've gotten too Americanized and spoiled by air conditioning. A lot they know. WHAT air conditioning? Oh, that great big box that's stuck in the window, that I wake up and find has been turned off because it got down to 85 overnight? That air conditioning?

Boy, as much as I missed my folks in the war, I tell ya, I gotta get out of here. Soon Lee's so good about everything. She loves my family, ya know? Always something going on. Always something cooking on the stove, always people coming and going, always someone sleeping on the floor in front of the air conditioner. She wouldn't lie about it, so she must really like it here. To me, it's just the same old stuff, including the gunshots.

Though, still, we had a bang-up fourth of July. Literally. A firecracker landed on the porch and started a fire. Just a little fire, nothing I couldn't take care of by running around and screaming that the house was on fire. Soon Lee got really upset and didn't speak to anyone for two days. It reminded her too much of the war, you know? And I admit, it was probably the worst couple of days we've ever had.

That dumb army, too... you know I haven't gotten any mail for the last two weeks, with the notable exception of a lingerie catalogue dated December 1952.