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 New York, Aug 9./45.

Dear Mother

     Mary wrote to you this morning and said we would write again tonight. She has gone upstairs to rest and is fast asleep, so I will write and do the best I can. I waited quite late hoping she would be able to write a few words herself. We were quite anxious about Cynthia this morning but are relieved as the day wears on and she keeps pretty comfortable. She has slept a good deal today and seems refreshed by it. She has been up and around the house, and is pretty cheerful. Has only had one sweat

Along the top: Tell Eddie that the family that lived next door have just moved away. His black friend has not gone yet I heard him sing today.