Heads up

(1956 November)

I dropped into Mary Speidel's [gift shop] last week and told her you were so happy with all the things she picked out for you. She said the last time she saw you, you were walking down the street reading a book. My goodness, you mustn't do that, honey. People think you are missing and mention it to me in a nice way. Let's fool 'em and act normal, eh?