una Foundation
Angel Island, California
Barbara Rayne
Herengracht 166
Amsterdam 1
Netherlands4 Aug. 1993
Mother dear,
Thank you for your insights. The situation with Mr. Boyle is troublesome, but I am certain it will work itself out. I shall make it work out.
As for my Las Vegas holiday. Don't believe everything you see or read. You need not worry. Margaret Hamilton, the lady whom I was escorting, is of irreproachable character. She is a judge of the Superior Court for the County of Los Angeles. Because of the delicacy of her position, we shall be putting our relationship on the 'back burner' until January, when we plan a trip to Sydney and the Australian outback.
We've known each other off and on for a very long time and enjoy one another's company. Margaret both infuriates me and makes me laugh, mostly at myself, and she has certain other qualities, intellectual and otherwise, that I find stimulating. I am sure you understand. However, expect no wedding bells. She is an independent woman and has told me, in no uncertain terms, that she intends to remain so.
As for that photo. It was an innocently ridiculous situation. Margaret (in the black gown) and I were passing through the casino on our way to the main showroom. It was quite crowded. I believe the young woman in question, a Miss Townsend from Calgary, was wearing a hot pink, beaded gown - a Bob Mackie original, so she kindly informed me. I definitely recall the beaded fringe. Her dangles, which were extremely delicate, caught on my jacket's cuff buttons. I had my hand at my side - needless to say, the buttons were at a certain strategic level on her anatomy. In trying to separate ourselves we became more entangled. Margaret attempted to help, but only made matters worse. Naturally, the photographer snapped the photo at the worst possible moment. I finally had to sacrifice my buttons to extricate Miss Townsend. It was a small price to pay to be free of the rather undignified dilemma, which was by then nearing the point of hysterical laughter on Margaret's part, tears on Miss Townsend's, and a very red face on my own.
I hope you didn't have to endure Gerty's company for too long or hear which granddaughter was engaged to Graf So-and-so or Vicomte Whatever. I realize she's an old school chum, but I don't know why you don't give her a swift kick into the canal and be done with her. No. I shouldn't say that. She does have her good points, if I could only recall what they are.
Groetjes,
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