I will be away for a week but when I return I will bring a file, Captain. Or maybe Carnaby will remember where he put the key while he's having breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
I do hope they feed you in the meantime and Piaf
will sing to you so you won't be lonely. (Singing was never her strong suit, but I suppose it's the thought that counts.)
I hate to say where we are going--it's so repetitious--but Mezcalito
will tell you if you want to know. Squeaky isn't speaking to me about it.
Take care all.
Love, Mary Claire
