9:30
Dear Sue Ellen,
I am writing this letter, but I should be in bed. That doesn't make sense but what I mean is, I am tired and the old witch [stick figure drawing], Miss Reeve, an old dried up lady about 60 is babling [sic] about Boolean Algebra. She can prove all day that (A ∪ B) -> A ∩ B' = ∅ is true and I won't believe her.
I have tried to forget what a great, terrific, wonderful, stupendous, fantastic weekend I had, but whenever I forget, and start getting some work done I see your smiling face and shifty eyes. Please close them so I can get my work done.
Your brother did a great, terrific, wonderful, stupendous, fantastic job. Tell him I said so. Tell your Mommy and Daddy what a great terrific, wonderful, stupendous, fantastic weekend I had.
Damn it! I was just going to write some thing romantic and as I was thinking about what to say I saw Alice's (Reeve) face. Ugh, I'm sick! I won't be able to think of anything romantic for years.
When I left your house Sunday I went right to my aunt's house to find the gang. They were still at my grandmother's claiming they had no way to get to the aunt's. (My father always tells me to take a taxi). They think I went to my aunt's in a wild attempt to hide my guilt. Actually I went for my second lunch. I had the third at my grandmother's!
There is the bell, time out. Second round. Aquí esta. -> in spanish [sic] class. Another frustrated unmarried spinster.
On the way home, I took the 1st shift driving. I went fairly fast and we smelt smelled what we thought was the exhaust. My father took over driving and I sat on the back seat where the hot air from the muffler was leaking from through. Unfortunately I burned my . [sic] My parents were all set to sell the car when my stupid brother thinks of bringing it into the big place (importer) in N.Y.C. It is now being fixed.
My report card was "(great)" - Ha! Ha! My highest mark was in gym.
Love,
Andy
[A ripped-up note was enclosed with the letter. It appears to be from Sue Ellen.]
Albany #85110
Andy -
My mother says not to bother coming over but please, if you can leave for just a little while - - - - my aunt Ruth Rosner says anytime I can stay at her home, (in Troy). Too late for this weekend, but - This is very disjointed note, I know, but I am so (disjointed too).
I know I won't see you tonight - fate is against us, but please call tomorrow (What a phone bill) Just let it ring as long as it takes for me to answer. I just must talk to you before you go home.
Me