Mrs. Booker always tried hard to please her husband.  Not that he was home much.  All through the war years he’d been away in Washington or traveling around the country.  She and the children were lucky to see him once a year.

Of course, Mrs. Booker wrote to him every day.  After the usual greetings, she would ask his advice.  “Benjy has outgrown his shoes again, and I hardly know what to do.  We only have coupons for one more pair this year, and Lizzie will need shoes, too.  The victory garden, by the way, is infested with some kind of insect, and we might lose everything but the tomatoes.” More...