Thursday, March 2, 2017
Dearest David, I trust that Shirley has you well in hand again and that you are back on an even keel.
Who would have thunk that I'd be writing to you at a time like this when we were playing Cowboys and Indians over by the rectory with John and Peter and Shirley Richardson. That time you and John gave my new doll measles with pinholes all over her face, rotten sods the two of you. When I was home before Shirley died and we got that photo enlarged of the two of you at your wedding and I couldn't stop thinking of us all on that day when you both were 22 and I was 20.
So this is goodbye brother dear. Much love, Adele.