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September 14
This morning was dedicated to a
series of “friendly discussions” before
I went into the city to meet Cary,
back from her two week’s jaunt in
Kentucky, Annapolis, Washington, etc.
We talked a blue streak to catch
up on what had passed in the meantime.
Two friends of hers were there from
Annapolis. We had a sandwich next door;
they left and we spent the afternoon
trying to pick up Cary’s bags at
Penn Station.
I met Mother and Dad at the China
Clipper for dinner and talking and
so on home.
Confusion! I got a special from Bill
Brennan enclosing another letter he’d
sent me – addressed correctly – but which
had been returned to me. If I’d gotten
that letter in time, the room situation
could have been cleared up and I might
have gone to Hamilton. Damn the post office!
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