Yvette to Henri.

Thursday 18 September

It’s two weeks since I left Warsaw and it seems as though I have been waiting for my love for years. This pining for you is terrible. I am counting the days that still separate us, the long nights that I lie awake without you and calling for you. When are you coming, darling, can you tell me? […] Tomorrow it will be a week that I have been searching without a single result. That distresses me. All I have found are apartments to buy for a million or more! Money is worth nothing any more and while waiting I am obliged to spend it! I will be at Aline’s house until Sunday and from then will have for a week the apartment of a friend of Helene where I will be alone. It’s a tiny little apartment near the Bois de Vincennes. I dream that you will arrive during that week and we could spend some days there and search together. But I am really afraid that I’m nurturing illusions and that you won’t arrive until later. Then we’ll have the great misery of a hotel until who know when? I feel so badly about not being able to find a house to welcome you in. You know, it makes me very sad.

I am slowly losing all the kilos I put on in Warsaw. But I am well, and so is the baby. It is astonishing that I feel so well. Without any morning sickness. And the baby continues to show itself by that strange sensation in my breasts, which throb. I wish I were with you, my friend, and my well beloved. Come quickly darling. […] Your Yvette.

The shops are filled with superb things that I would like to buy you. But I can’t spend the money. So you must pardon me. Oh darling! Quickly, quickly!