I'm dying for news of the luncheonette, Pearl! I can't tell you how many times a day Louise inquires about the menu you've chosen and if it has that wonderful potato salad she perfected with just a scant tablespoonof capers, or the chocolate mousse she made her own with a bare whiff of cinnamon dusting over the whipped cream, or if you remembered how much you loved the way she tweaked the beef stroganoff with the oldest brandy in the house, or her special way of piping mashed potatoes with the rose petal tip from the cake decorating kit. She is a frustrated entrepreneur, Dear, and I would be only too glad to send her to you for a week or so to discharge the considerable energy she is using now pacing about and fretting. She misses you so much and loves to remember that long first winter you spent together in the snow before I met her.

I Remain As Always
Your Devoted Miss Blue