Nice, bright, cold. At night Mom, Dad, and I went to Princess and saw Bette Davis (Leslie Crosbie), Herbert Marshall (Robert Crosbie), James Stephenson (Howard Joyce, the attorney), and Gale Sondergaard (Mrs. Hammond) in “The Letter.” There are no words to describe it or its effect on me. It brought up the same old useless questions again and yet I loved it — I’ll never forget the full moon behind the swaying palm trees; the man who believed and who said, “When you love a person you can forgive anything.” I felt so funny inside. I’m glad Leslie died (killed) and yet I can’t imagine how Robert lived afterwards. I loved Howard Joyce. Bad dreams at night as result. Am I going crazy?