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I believe your letter was opened as it was sealed with tape

April 9th

Dearest Edith; - It is a strange thing that I had been thinking so much about you and then your letter came. Perhaps it is that now we are older (and did we ever think in our wildest dreams that we would become this old?) our thoughts go back to our earlier years. I can remember so many interesting things we did as children and I remember your house and parents so vividly. You all must have been very good to me. I spent so much time at the Astor Street house that I remember that very well also, and I clearly remember walking with you and telling you my mother was dying. Certain violin compositions bring back the times you practised crossed out: your violin. Then, of course, I remember a beautiful Fall Sunday when Malcolm and I visiting you at your Mies Vanderau (have forgotten how to spell his name,) and we worried about the character that was being sought along the river and you slept with a pistol! Well, so be it for memories. They are great things when they are happy. I do not like you to be so uncomfortable with what I assume to be your arthritis. I remember you were miserable when I last saw you. It is such a pity no one comes up with a cure. I am still healthy and count my blessings. I still live in a cottage right in the ocean and hope I can stay here for the end of my days. It belongs to the Casa de Manana, a retirement set-up. Unfortunately, it is in bad financial condition and I am afraid will fold. In this case I can't imagine what all us old folks will do - particularly those in their 90s. This is a pretty posh area with few low income housing for those that will need it. I just live each day, playing golf twice a week, walking a lot, working for causes and feeling grateful for friends. Your letter makes me feel more than ever worried about Italy and your future comfort in your villa. My sister gave me a detailed description of it. I would adore to see you and it but doubt if I will get to Europe again. There are friends of Louisa's in the Paris area I would also like to see but doubt if I make it. I came on my Italian diary the other day. What a wonderful school year I had! We are all wondering how Mr. Carter will work out. He seems pretty brash at the moment but I am told he is exceedingly bright and will learn fast. My family are all fine and living good, constructive lives - all are very creative - where they got this I don't know. I will try to keep more in touch with you, my dear. I love you deeply Your devoted friend, Frances

I am sending your letter to Rachel. She visited me this winter. She is just the same