Elf call

(1970 November 21)

My phone call to Lawrence last night on his [fifth] birthday surely must be one of the oddest on record. He at once got the point of who I was and what I wanted and talked on and on about his presents, only alas in that soft little voice which doesn't carry very well. Once in a while I got a few words tho and was really not sorry later I called, if only for the feeling of unreality I got, like communing with a fairy elf.