Dear Miss Blue,

I can't help but wonder what is going on with Louise these days. She is dramatic in her ways, keeping that humming going all the while she peels and slices peaches for putting up, and, I have noticed a smirky twist to her mouth, in between hums. What on earth is bothering her, Miss Blue, for we have, Schubert and I, been nothing but kind and cooperative there in the kitchen. I have a notion that it is all about Linguini; the only letter he has sent to her has fallen into the garbage; and I am sure not by accident. How heartless is Linguini! Melba should be told about this, Miss Blue, he is such a dog...

The Diner is open and successful with the tables outside the most popular. Mostly young mothers come with their little ones, often with the family pet dog, always sitting politely beside their small owner, anticipating a taste, and eventually allowed to lick the saucer of the syrupy, buttery slippery taste left just for them. Lin Soo has offered to recite the alphabet in Chinese and read the story of the Seven Chinese Brothers to the children while they wait for their waffles. Everyone ooohs and ahhhs when the waffles are served. Served on the Blue Willow saucers, with maple syrup and butter, and shaped like a Chinese Junk. When do you think you will be coming to the Village, Miss Blue? Fanny and Melba certainly will want to taste the Chinese Junk Waffle, as will you. Sending love and best wishes to you, Melba, and Fanny.

Please write again soon, Pearl