Oct. 14, 2015

 

Dear Hildie:

 

I had a bad Halloween dream last night—That I was down the street from our house, at some other house (the office?), and there was music or noise or something loud enough so I couldn’t hear if there were any trick or treaters outside, and then I remembered we hadn’t set up the yard for Halloween at the house, though we’d pulled out the stuff to set up. It was eight o’clock, too late, but I was going to try to get back anyway, but it turned out not to be a block away but miles, and I was climbing over fallen tree trunks and all kinds of things, trying to get home. Somewhere in there I woke up.

 

I hate to see dead raccoons and possums—I’m afraid they’ll become extinct (!).

 

I sent you the ms.  by installments just because I didn’t know you’d want to read it. We’re nearing the end now, though. But I have plenty of Mss. to keep you reading for the rest of your life!

 

Love,

M