How did Croz figure out Rosie was a dom? Were Rosie and Jean secretly corresponding?
I have the beginning of this story written, actually. What happens is Jean knows her Harry and how he thinks of getting dommed (with no modern vocab on use), and she starts to notice that Harry says things about Rosie that he says about her.
"You'll be happy to know I've made a friend in Captain Rosenthal. He takes really good care of me. Makes sure I eat and tries to keep me from overthinking." (Jean perks up at the fact Rosie can do both of those things. They can be hard when Harry's too far into his own head.)
"Miss having your hands on me. Rosie gave me a good shoulder shakes the other day that really helped clear the cobwebs." (Hands is underlined in his letter; Jean will sometimes just put her hands on his shoulders or his chest and make him close his eyes and concentrate on her touch.)
"Rosie decided the only way to knock me out of my funk (his word) was to pick me up and swing me around by the waist until I laughed." (Jean can't do this, but she appreciates the fact that Rosie knows Harry well enough to just bother him into relaxing a little.)
"I keep thinking Rosie won't want to hear any more stories about Bubbles, but he keeps insisting he likes them because they clearly make me happy to remember, even if I do feel sad when telling them sometimes." (And, oh, yes, Jean thinks, perhaps this could work very well.)
Anyway, Harry says these things but is also still clearly having a hard time really relaxing, and Jean knows the only way to do that is to get him home for a little bit (very unlikely as he's group nav) or find someone who can help him the way she does.
So, she writes to Rosie. Hold on. Let me find what I have:
Dear Major Rosenthal:
We've never met, but I know you through my Bing's letters. He talks often about how you help him center himself and keep him from going too far into his own head. I'm glad he has you to help him with that.
I'm writing to ask if you think you could provide a little more help. It's a delicate situation. You see, Binger and I, we have a way of handling things when his brain gets too busy for him, but it's not something I can easily do all the way over here. If you could show this letter to Harry in private, he could explain how you can help.
I would not be sending this letter if it wasn't very necessary. I do not think Bing's a danger to himself in any way the military cares about, but I do worry what's happening in his head where no one can hear him think.
If you do not think you can help Bing the way he needs, that's understandable. But I wouldn't feel right going without asking.
I hope this letter finds you well. Based on what I know, you carry at least as much responsibility as my Bing. I hope you have someone to take care of you, too.
All the best,
Mrs. Jean Crosby
Harry, of course, pretends like he has NO IDEA what Jean could POSSIBLY be talking about. But after some back and forth (and a SCATHING letter from Jean), he finally relents, and things progress.