On May 31， 1963， from her mother and stepfather s apartmenl
overlooking Washington Square in New York City， Colette
Stevenson， who was twenty years old and had just completed her
sophomore year at Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs， New
York， wrote a letter to her boyfriend， Jeffrey MacDonald. who
was about to finish his second year at Princeton.
My darling，
Just a short note to tell you what 1 could say briefly (i.e.， I
need you) and SOmething which will take a lifetime to say--I
love you.
Whenever I get depressed here， or impatient to do something，
I take out some of your letters. Then I realize that any bore-
dom now of mine， any spur of the moment ideas about jump-
ing on a bus to see you， are important now because I m not
with you--but with all this summer and all our lives， 1 can at
least leave you alone long enough to get some good marks on
your exams.
it s just that knowing you are so close----on y an hour and a
half away~it s much worse than being at Skidmore. You are
so close but I don t want to come down. I do want to come
down but I can t let my selfishness get the best of me this
time. I rationalize and say it won t be long， but darling that
doesn t help because I miss you until I am in your arms again.
d~ This might sound a littie blunt coming from your shy，
:inure girlfriend， but at this exact moment 1 wish I had mv
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