July 23, 1952
Well, I’m back. London was all right, Paris was terrible, and I never made it down to Rome. They say it’s the hottest summer they’ve had since before the war. And except for the weather, I’m afraid there’s not much else to report. The address you gave me --- Julian left there about a week ago….
Beatrice Nightingale’s brother, Marvin, recently re-insinuated himself into her life in an effort to harangue her to bring his wayward son, Julian, back from Paris. The worthless boy is causing his mothe