My mother's Oct. 2, 1965 diary entry describes how Jimmy called Kitty, my mother's college roommate, at her job at the State Dept., collect, from school, and told her "Mom is alright, at least on the outside." but that she needed her and could she come down? He must've sweet talked a nun at Norfolk Catholic into letting him use the Father Dornan's (?) phone. Kitty told Mom she never need worry about that boy. That turned out to be true. Jimmy is about as capable and independent as they come.
By Oct. 2, Kitty had already come down from DC to VB once since Dad had been shot down in mid-July and was to stay with us many times during those years. As you can see, by Feb, '70 (actually this was taken at Christmas and not developed until Feb.,) Kitty could persuade Mom to laugh once in awhile.