Tuesday
Dear Doc,
I really am terrible. Forgive me for being so bad about writing. You may beat me - if you wish.
I'm hoping I find a nice big pile of letters form you when I get to my sister's. Perhaps I didn't tell you but Carl said one way to be sure of my return is not to forward your mail to me - so you see I'm rushing right back.
My brother looks wonderful, lost a lot of weight - result of meeting "the" worm. I'm very happy for him because he seems to be "bubbling" over with it. Right now he is writing her - my inspiration!
He played a little gaeftady - How! What gaff. He is very patient and is so helpful.
Oh, Doc, I have something for you - just a photo was looking over some of my memories and I think you may enjoy it.
Doc, are you planning a trip. It's been a week since I've heard from you. I'm leaving tomorrow. If Jo gets back. She is North for a interview. Yes, it is p possible to get tired of resting!
Dicky and I are going to look the town over and to have some beer - aha! He really is swell - He is going to the U of Cal. Gosh, what a man!!! Be good, Doc, and have some fun!!
See you soon.
Anne
Envelope flap: Tomorrow I'll have a letter. Tough for you if I don't.
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