Dear Miss Blue,

Very kind of you to forward the postcard from Miso Fine. I had no idea that Gratiot had any other meaning than the one I had known of all these many years.   Honshu, after the sneeze, so euphonic!

Shall we plan a trip to Honshu this Spring, Miss Blue? The delicate ways of the people there will surely be appreciated after so many days of listening to the protesters and their angry shouting. Quietly bowing and gently speaking works wonders it would seem. But now I will send my peaceful thoughts to Miso Fine and I am wondering if she remembers our afternoons drinking tea together as we listened to the most heavenly jazz music being played over the loud speakers in the tea room where we sat at small tables, intimate and secretive, leaning toward one another, whispering, eagerly watching for expressions of awe at our disclosures! All so wonderful.

Until another time,

Love, Pearl