Guess the phones were out that day.

Note how the owner of the book has helpfully labeled Tom as "Tom," in case she lost the narrative.

Hard to see how this is a thrilling Romantic Secret story; she dumped Tom, sent him a telegram, Tom shows up having literally not gotten the message, and, well, it's uncomfortable for everyone except Steely-Eyed Master Sargeant Killjaw, who's on leave and frankly amused by the whole thing.

Tom looks like he's just seen a car wreck. Maybe he has. Maybe that's what this is all about: he's not looking at her, after all. He's looking straight ahead, where the lifeless body of his date is splayed in the road. She meant to warn him before he got too close, and she did tell that nice officer to send a telegram, and he said sure ma'am I'll get right on it, but maybe he wasn't serious. Anyway, Tom, sorry! But we have to go.

See you at the dance, 'kay? Kisses.