Had a letter from Susan. She says she’s
got even bigger now, which seems impossible.
She also says that Edith is pregnant again. She never was much good at learning stuff.
Dr B passed by my ticket window and just
raised his hat at me. Then he doubled
back on himself and came to ask me what I was up to on Saturday night. I told him that I was going out dancing with
someone, but he winkled out of me that the someone was Joan and not a young
lad, which I hoped to hint at. That
seemed to please him.
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