sung to the tune of…

Dear, I thought I’d drop a line. The weather’s cool. The folks are fine. I’m in bed each night at nine. Yesterday we had some rain but all in all I can’t complain. Was it dusty on the train? Write to the Browns just as soon as you’re able: they came around to call. And I burned a hole in the diningroom table. Now let me think . . . I guess that’s all. Nothing else for me to say and so I’ll close, but by the way, everybody’s thinking of you.

Billie.

P.S. I love you.