It'll be hard to let you go.My last link with home. Not as hard as it is for me. Branson. I know I shouldn't say it,but I can't keep it in any longer. I wish you would. I told myself and told myself,you're too far above me.But things are changing.When the war is over,the world won't be the same place as it was when it started.And I'll make something of myself,I promise. I know you will. Then bet on me.And if your family casts you off,it won't be forever.They'll come around.And until they do,I promise to devote every waking minute to your happiness. I'm terribly flattered. Don't say that. Why not? Because flattered is a word posh people use when they're getting ready to say no. That sounds more like you. Please don't make fun of me. No. It's cost me all I've got to say these things.Right.I'll go.I'll hand in my notice,and I won't be there when you gey back. No,don't do that. I must.They won't let me stay when they've heard what I've said. They won't hear.Not from me.