Should We Let Her Know?

Dearest Gloria,

Such sad news!

Lois was walking on Rutherford Street (on her way to the butcher's) and she said she saw Jack's car in front of the lounge. While in the butcher's, she saw Jack and what seemed to be a lady client(?) walk by, giggling and smiling, head into Carriage Manor Travel. Since she had to wait for Max to cut her roast and wrap up her rather large order (it is fall, after all), she witnessed Jack and this lady emerge from the travel agency; he was beaming like a kid on Christmas day.

Lois saw the two walk into the lounge. She had more shopping to do on Rutherford, (the pharmacy, Milton's, and Katz's) and decided to have Max hold her order. After shopping, she returned to the butcher's to pick up her order. She pulled her car in front of the shop, and when she passed by the lounge, Jack's car was still there! Three hours later!

What do you make of this? Should Lois have a chat with Francine or better yet, Vicki? You know when I suspected Clem of being unfaithful, I wish someone would have let me know. Little did I know he was carrying on with one of his nurses. I always thought all the girls in his office were so common!

Fondly,

Evelyn

Not to Worry

Darling, thank you so much for your thoughtful telegram. You needn't rush home so soon. Lou seems to be out of the woods.

How do I know? He perks up every time one of those pretty nurses pop into his room. He's all smiles, full of jokes and laughs when they are around just fussing over him.

Last night, he asked me to bring him his dop kit from home, and right before the nurses came in with his shots and what have you, he asked me for his comb to tidy up his hair. Now if those are not signs of his road to recovery, I don't know what are. You know Lou has always been a ladies man!

God love him, he'll never change, but I think this heart attack (mild or not) and what happened afterwards (which could have killed him) may be a wake up call.

Again, you needn't rush home, but I guess you are on your way. I will be at the hospital in the morning and afternoon, and then home for a few hours, and then back until visiting hours are over at 7 PM.

All my love,
Vicki

WESTERN UNION TELEGRAM


MAR 15 AM 7 41


QA04

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VICKI DEVEREAUX=

ST. MARTIN'S BY THE SEA HOSPITAL, ATHERTON STREET, CALIF

ARRIVE 8:30 PM SATURDAY SEE YOU AT HOSPITAL BE STRONG

FRANCINE

7:45

I am so Worried

Vicki, dear,

I am so sorry to hear about Lou. He is in my prayers. It must have been horrible for you darling, to see him in one of the god-awful intensive care rooms. All that modern equipment!
Know that he is in good hands at St. Martins by the Sea. There are quite a few excellent physicians there. Do you remember Ted and Midge? You met them at the St. Martin's by the Sea Annual Golf Fundraiser at the Seabreeze Country Club. Well, he is the Chief of Staff of Surgery. If you would like I can have Jack call him and call you. Let me know, dear.

It must be so very difficult for you. I am certain that Lou knows that you are by his side. You are his pillar (even though we know how Lou puts on otherwise). Be strong. He will need you now and for some time to come.

I am planning on catching the first train early tomorrow. It will put me in Los Angeles by late early morning on Sunday. I will rush to be by your side as any good and loyal friend would do.
Just wanted to let you know that I received your letter. I believe in letting bygones be bygones. Please excuse me if I failed to let you know that I will always be there for you as a friend.
I have been rather occupied with my self and my husband. I am growing weary of him, his assistant and my failing confidence as a woman and wife.

I am sorry that I am continuing on about me. Nevermind about me. I just wanted you to know that I will be there.

I hate to even mention this, but is Lou's Mom there at the hospital yet? You will need your circle of close friends around that woman.

I will thinking about you and Lou as my train speeds through the desert.

Yours truly,
Francine

Life is so Short

Darling, Lou's in the hospital in critical condition. He had a mild heart attack last night, but apparently, during the episode, he got up from his desk (as he was so disoriented), fell and hit his head on the corner of his desk, and cracked his head open.

The night janitor found him at midnight (thank god!) apparently just a few minutes after he fell, and called for an ambulance, which rushed him to Saint Marten's by the Sea. I don't know what he was doing at the office at midnight, but that's another issue entirely.

He is now in ICU under one of those horrid plastic tents with tubes all over him. I, of course, will ask for a leave so I can be with him. I saw him early this morning, but he was so bandaged and medicated, he didn't even know who I was.

Francine, please keep Lou in your prayers. He is not even close to being out of the woods yet. Dr. Palmer puts on a strong and confident facade, but I know, he is deeply concerned.

Excuse me if my updates are far and few between. It is 8 AM now and I haven't slept yet. I'll try and catch a few winks in the lounge.

Please say a prayer and light a candle for Lou.

Yours,
Vicki

Forgive Me, My Dearest Friend

Dearest Francine,

Please accept my sincere apologies for my horrid and selfish behavior this past weekend. They say, "You always hurt the one you love," and this axiom could apply to how I treated you, and of course, how Lou has been treating me lately. I did not mean to take my shock, anger, and frustration with Lou out on you. What makes me even more regretful and upset with myself is that you were so looking forward to our little getaway after having a difficult two months with Jack.

It does not matter if you or Jack relayed to Lou my intentions to purchase the Palm Canyon Estates garden home. If you did indeed divulge to Jack this information, I completely understand. It would be presumptuous of me to believe that you keep secrets from Jack. I know your marriage is a strong one, and it is your wifely obligation to be open and honest with him. You should keep no secrets from each other.

There's no secrets about Lou, I know Lou like a book. I know his tactics, how strong his drive is (that is why he is an excellent businessman), and when he has a goal, a deal he wants to close, or information he needs to have, he'll do what he has to do to "get the job done." Lou is so wrapped up in getting the job done, in making and closing the deal, that sometimes he forgets (consciously or unconsciously) who he might be offending or hurting.

Lou's job was to put me in my place, to keep me in my box, and he succeeded when he outbid me on the home. Lou was in essence saying, "Oh no you don't," to my dreams.

As you know, the week previous, when I was notified of my Woman of the Year award, Lou callously told me he would be "out of town on business," (how many times have I heard that phrase) on the day of my special event. When I stormed out of the house in tears, Lou did not even bother to run after me. Did he even call to check on me later that night? NO! That's why I called Reg at 10:30 that night. Yes, Reg was my shoulder to cry on, and he gallantly offered to escort me to the event.

Word did get out to Lou about Reg, (probably from Lois, Evelyn, or Cookie), and did he bother to call me? I did not hear from him until a week after our blowup. He only called because he was looking for the key to one of his safety deposit boxes to retrieve his passport. He nonchalantly stated that he and his secretary had to fly to Tokyo for a business conference. I of course knew where the keys were, but stated I was not sure, just to make him wait, hoping he would apologize, hoping he would call everything off just to be by my side. Did this happen? NO!

This past weekend, when we pulled up to the house and saw "sale pending" on the sign (I hadn't made the offer yet!), my heart sank. Remember how flustered the realtor seemed when we pulled up in the driveway? Remember how he recoiled when I asked,"Who made the offer on the house? Lou Greene?" Francine, to be perfectly honest with you, I jumped to conclusions because I felt and sensed how uncomfortable you were during my angry interrogation of that poor young man. I know about his fiduciary duty to not reveal information, but at that moment, I felt that your fiduciary duty was to me, certainly not Lou or Jack. But I was wrong.

Your duty lies first and foremost with your husband. And for that, you are truly blessed. I, unfortunately do not have this loyalty, devotion, or respect granted to me by Lou, and frankly, after 12 years with Lou, that breaks my heart. I know I will recover, thanks to all my dear friends' compassion and understanding. Reg has been my rock lately. He just dropped by with flowers, yellow roses, of course! He stayed for a cocktail. I kept hoping Lou would drive by and see Reg's car in the driveway!

Please bear with me as I go through this difficult time in my life. How ironic, this "Woman of the Year" was made to feel like a cypher by the man she has given her heart and soul and to for the past 12 years.


With love,
Vicki

Woman of the Year

You are cordially invited to attend

Portsmouth Bay Womens' Club

Woman of the Year Banquet

Honoring Vicki Deveraux

Washington Heights High School Business Teacher
and State FBLA President
Co-founder of A.R.I.S.E.
(Assisting Reservation Indians with a Secretarial Education)

Hostess of La Frenciante Charity Ball

Las Marionatis Ladies Guild Secretary

Portsmouth Beautiful Co-chairperson

Saturday, the twenty-first of November
7 PM

Dinner and Dance

Cocktail Attire Dress

Kindly RSVP to Annette Marie Goodwin
at BEacon 5-3582

Suspicions and Separations

Dear Lois,

I am suspicious about the Navajo jewelry set. It looks EXACTLY like the set that Tina is missing out in Santa Fe. Remember, last year when she let Cookie and Art use her place to crash on their drive back east? I would not put it past those two.

Vicki is being naughty. Jack would laugh at the glass. The fellas would have a big laugh but I think that Francine wouldn't really appreciate it.

I am concerned that Vicki thinks that Francine let the cat out of the bag about the house in Palm Springs. I think that Vicki is jumping to conclusions. I know that she is so very, very upset with Lou. She still doesn't understand that Lou is a very resourceful man. He is a good business man and he has lots of tricks up his sleeve.

Francine called me on Saturday. She was in tears. She said that Vicki gave her the "silent" treatment on the drive back from Palm Springs. Francine said that Vicki was so upset that she didn't want to go to lunch. How can Vicki not see that Francine admires her and was hoping to have a swell time and a couple of laughs! With all that Francine has been through lately, I really can't believe that Vicki could react that way. Francine also said that Vicki was driving with a lead foot. Her Caddie's needle was well into the 90's on the panel.

I know that I shouldn't meddle, but I have a good mind to call Vicki and tell her to straighten up and fly right.

I am driving to Los Angeles this weekend. I am having lunch at the tearoom at the Bullock's Wilshire and doing a little shopping. I am considering inviting Francine, I am sure she is in a state.

Yours truly,
Gloria

Enough is Enough!

Darling,

Where is this lounge located? I'll have to get on my specs to read the fine print. Johnnie is so talented. I am impressed!

I drove by your place today on the way to see Des, and I saw you backing out of the driveway. I didn't honk (that would be so vulgar!), and you turned right onto the expressway. Did you have to go into the city today? Oh, no, don't tell me, Jack was working today! On the weekend?

Francine, you have to start putting your foot down. Enough is enough. Jack is truly burning the candle at both ends and well, to be perfectly honest with you, I didn't want to bring it up, but didn't Mr. Maxwell pass away at an early age from a heart attack? Oh, my dear. I'm so sorry I brought that up, but I think brutal honesty is needed right now.

Jack is the love of your life, your rock. You have got to protect him, and in doing so, yourself. Would you like me to ask Lou to have a talk with him? Lou will be back in town this Tuesday. I believe he has meetings the whole week (he has to present to the board on Friday). He promised me a night out on Saturday, and I would love to have you and Jack join us. Maybe the fellas could get together at the lounge (have a chat over their scotch) while we are getting our hair done, and then they could swing by and pick us up. What do you think?

Please, dear, get back to me. I am concerned.

Much love,
Vicki

Dear Me!

Dear Vicki, September nineteenth

I can imagine that you have had to sit down at this point to see that your dear friend has written back to you. I should have picked up the telephone to ring. After all these years of friendship, you do realize that I do get “involved in projects” and just kind of switch into other gears sometimes.

Thank you for the note you sent, checking up on me. I can confess to you that I have been in a state lately. Well, gee, it has been more than just lately. You are a dear friend and I couldn’t let even more time pass before I communicated with you.

Yes, it has been Jack’s car that you have been seeing lately at the lounge. The poor dear has been working late at the office for weeks now. I just don’t have the heart to ask him to drive back across town to have dinner with his wife and only to have to return to the office. His new boss doesn’t seem to appreciate his talents and his abilities. I don’t think that he realizes that Jack didn’t just go to any law school. It is frustrating to sit back and keep my thoughts to myself.

So I have been busy involving myself in projects. I have been redecorating the guest bedroom. I saw some dreamy wallpaper in the May issue of Metropolitain Home. I just kind of got carried away and ordered new curtains, sheers, bedspread and dust ruffle.

I would love it if you and Lou would be our first guests to stay in it. If we start up with the Bridge Club this fall again, I will insist that you and Lou stay the night. (Then maybe Lou could relax a bit and have a second or third cocktall that night.) Then you and I can get up early, and have coffee in the kitchen. I think the guys would enjoy not having to hear you and I catch-up on everything from a new strawberry shortcake recipe that I found on the back of the new Betty Crocker cake mix to wondering why I let Cookie and Art get under my skin so!

I must confess that I am a little worried about Jack. I just don’t know if he finds me “interesting” anymore. I know that he has been mentioning all of the funny and “interesting” things that his paralegal says and does at the office. Oh, Vicki, I am terrified that Jack might not have as much work at the office as he says he does. I want to believe that his boss is “hard-boiled” as Jack has me believing.

I have been almost insisting that we eat at the lounge every weeknight. Being in public and giving me the chance to force myself out of the house and put some lipstick on has been helpful. But frankly, I must confess, I am worried.

The house is becoming frightfully quiet and I could use a good cup of coffee and company. I know that you have shared with me that Lou often has gals that pay him a lot of attention to him. Of course, Lou being the smart fellow that he is, knows what he has in you and would never stray.

Dear me, this note has become a letter. I hope to hear from you soon.

Affectionately,

Francine

A Few of My Favorite Things!

#10. A Fabulous Palm Springs Weekend

#9. Drugstore Cosmetics & Toiletries

#8. Saturday Nights at the Club

#7. A Sparkling Clean Kitchen (with floors you could eat off!)

#6. Cocktails, Cocktails, Cocktails!

#5. Yellow Roses

#4. The Artistry of Shorthand on a Brand-new Steno Pad

#3. Cary Grant

#2. Summer Fruit

#1. My Invincible Bridge Partner, Lou

Santa Fe Roadtrip Anyone?

Dearest Francine,

Darling, the dust has settled and you managed to keep nice and tidy and above it all, like you have always done in the past! I don't know how and why I seem to get pulled into all the drama. Maybe it's because (between you and me) Lois and Evelyn enjoy stirring up the drama and rattling my cage. Why? Maybe because, frankly, they are missing drama, excitement, and passion in their own lives. There, I said it. Lois and Evelyn need to get a life.

The next time one of them calls, I've got to take the high road and refuse to listen to their gossip, or more so, spread it around. Will you hold me to that?

Now, on to more pleasant things. Tina has invited us out in March to her lovely home in Santa Fe. I will drive. The Caddy needs a tune up and a tire rotation, so I'm taking it into Venrean's next Tuesday. All you need to do is get permission from Jack. Can he live without you for a week? You know the fellas from the club will take good care of him!

Tina has ulterior motives for our trip, actually. Her ladies guild is having a charity ball for the mission and she needs her gals to pitch in.

We will also be working with the children from the nearby reservation. Tina would like me to see if the club, Washington Heights High School and First Imperial Bank could donate typewriters, adding machines, carbon paper, steno pads, and other ancillary stationery supplies so we can teach the girls secretarial skills.

I will be setting up learning labs at the women's club and will need to have three other ladies to lead the tables at the other labs. Darling, do you need to brush up on your shorthand? I can give you a mini lesson at the club after our Tuesday golf game. If you are unable to make it or if Jack can't live without you, I understand. I can make reservations on the Super Chief.

I don't mind flying solo, but it just won't be the same without you, my dear. Remember the last road trip we took and the "incident" at Coyote Falls? As long as I live, and as God is my witness, I will never divulge, forget, experience anything like "that" ever again in my life.

I do need to get back to Tina by the end of this week, so give me a buzz. Again, I will understand if you are unable to go with me. I know my situation with Lou is different than yours with Jack. Since Lou and I aren't married, I can leave at the drop of the hat. Also, Lou is away two-three weeks out of a month on business, and I have the liberty of coming and going as I please, and he does not mind in the least. I think that's also why Lou wanted me to keep working for so long, to keep my little mind occupied. Most of March, Lou will be back east on business. I think if that man could, he'd live in that damn office. That's another letter. I don't want to bore you to tears, darling.

That's all for now, my dear. I hope all went well with Jack's presentation at the lodge. I know how interested he is in politics and speaking on behalf of Senator Aldridge was a great honor. You must be so proud of your handsome, brilliant, and prosperous sweetheart.

Fondly,
Vicki

I am NOT Surprised!

Dear Francine,

Well, well, well. Just got off the phone with Lois. You would not believe what she witnessed today sitting by the picture window at her kitchen table. I got a play by play as the inevitable was happening.

Here goes:
Jean, as I'm sure you heard passed away this weekend. I am truly sorry for her daughter. She seems like a nice young lady. BUT, she also seems awfully naive and trusting, because as soon as her mother's body was taken to Calder & Sons to be prepared for the viewing, Cookie came in for the kill. That's right, Cookie immediately started to ransack the house.

Lois saw boxes and boxes being carried out by Cookie and Art into a U-haul. Yes, they rented a U-haul to cart away their loot. Lois said Cookie was carrying clothes, Jean's two fur coats, that gorgeous oriental rug Jean's husband brought back after the war, the Reushanheimer paintings, and the antique walnut armoire from her master suite. Lois said Art asked their down the street neighbor, Glenn to help him get the armoire in the U-haul.

Jean's daughter is basically so grief-stricken, she told Cookie and Art they could take anything they wanted. Lorraine (that's the girl's name) said she just wanted the family photo albums and the dining room set. Lois told me not to have too much pity for her because Jean left her the title to the house (which is now worth something like $995,000) and a savings/checking account with over $375,000, so she did well for herself.

I don't know about you, but I'm sickened by Cookie and Art's latest display. I knew deep down in my bones that Cookie's act last weekend was nothing but crocodile tears. Francine, I've had enough of those two. As my dear old mother would say (when she'd get a little soused) "They can all rot in hell, for all I care."

Count me out for the get-together/going away party at the club. Who is hosting this party anyway? I thought Art burned all his bridges at the club when his membership lapsed and his bar/restaurant tab of over $12,000 has yet to be paid. And by the way, what in the hell does Cookie need with two fur coats living in Cathedral City anyway?

Ta ta for now,
Vicki

Let's Give Jack Some Time to Cool Down

Vicki, dear,

Needless to say, Jack was put off at the remembrance of Art's behavior last summer. He had just settled into his favorite chair, newspaper in hand, pipe in his mouth and wanting to unwind after a hard day at the office. So the timing was not quite right to bring up Cookie and Art's arrival in town. I don't blame Jack's having a grudge. It is not the first time that Art has thought about Art first. We don't have to mention the sale of our old Lincoln a couple of years ago. Remember when they were living in Santa Monica and so "broke."

I think that I will let Jack cool down a bit before I ask him about getting together with the gang. I know that I might be able to interest him if he learns that Joe and Shirley will be there also. He really enjoys Joe and talking about golf and the likes.

I will be over at noon to pick up the silver. I look forward to a cup of coffee. (That new percolator coffee pot is dreamy. You make the best coffee in town. And I won't pass up a piece of your Cake-Walk winner coffee cake either.

Ta, ta.

Affectionately,

Francine

News Travels Fast

Charlotte,

Just read my mail and realized what a state Vicki is in. You have met Cookie and Art before. They were the loud couple at the Bridge Club party at Les and Tina's a few years back.

Fondly,

Francine

You Won't Believe Who's Back in Town!

Francine, dear,

You won't believe who gave me a buzz this afternoon? Are you on the edge of your seat yet? Who have we not heard from in ages? Who left town in a frenzy and a huff? Who never even had the common decency to say good bye? That's right, Cookie and Art are back in town uttering their mea culpas to whoever will listen.

Lois and Evelyn phoned me as soon as they saw Cookie's Buick in Art's sister's driveway. Apparently Art's sister, Jean is not doing so well. She had another stroke last week and her daughter asked Art and Cookie to come out because, well, it doesn't look good. Remember Jean from the Black Velvet masquerade ball at the club? She was the gal who arranged to have Robert Taylor show up to meet the little girl who just recovered from polio.

Evelyn mustered up the nerve to trot across the street and Cookie greeted her at the door and then just burst into tears. Evelyn felt awkward at first and then realized Cookie's tears were genuine and she went inside to have a drink. Long story short, Cookie and Art want to get together with you, Jack, Lois, Evelyn, Joe, Shirley and me.

What do you think? Shall we let bygones be bygones? Let me know tomorrow. Remember you're swinging by for coffee and to pick up the silver for the event at the club.

Can't wait to hear about your reaction to the news. I know you'll have to consult Jack first. That's quite understandable, especially since (from what I hear) Art has yet to make amends for the broken lease agreement.

Fondly,
Vicki

I'm Always on the Go!

Dear Francine,

Des called and asked if we could assist him at the Harbor Bayshore event this weekend. I know, I know, it's so last minute, and that's Des for you. But, he has been good to us in the past (remember the cakes from Shawnie's?) I said I'd give you a ring and find out if you're free. He just needs us to set up, about 1-2 hours on Saturday morning. His assistant broke her leg water skiing and he said to me tonight, "Who other than Francie & Vick could help out in a pinch?"

Call me and let me know by 9 AM tomorrow if you can help Des and his event out. Des said he'd send the car service to pick us up. Isn't he thoughtful! Oh, I forgot to tell you, the event is a charity auction and luncheon for Las Marionatis, the ladies guild at St. Martins of the Sea Hospital.

On another note, Tina called. She'll be in town next weekend and wanted to get together with us. She's off to Hawaii and will be in town to visit with her kids. She's going to stay in our condo on Maui. Did you know that Bobby and Laraine had a baby last week? This will be Tina's fifth grandchild! Her name is Leslie Christina, in remembrance of you know who. Tina was so choked up when she heard the news. Sadly, but happily, I guess, the baby was born on Les and Tina's anniversary. Do you know that Les has been gone for 15 years!

Which reminds me, aren't you and Jack approaching an important anniversary next year? Do the kids have any plans for you two, or have you hinted at anything yet? I thought I saw Jack's car outside Carriage Manor Travel the other day. Oops! Was I supposed to mention that?

I ran into Don and Patti the other day at the butcher's, and they asked about you as well. They are having a big, and I mean big barbecue/corporate function for Don and his partners' clients at the Woodhouse. They are renting out all the grounds! Have you EVER heard of this. Don wanted Jack to get in touch with him about transferring the records over to the G75-98 database, whatever that means! I said, "Honey, you'll have to ask him yourself. I don't know what the hell you're talking about." I guess his clients are switching over to some new system that Jack is in the know about. Do you have any clue about this?

Well, that's all for now. I am turning in for the night. Tomorrow I've got a 9 AM tennis match with Jeannie. It's actually a grudge match, and you know what I mean by that. At noon, it's lunch with Betsy and Clem to talk about redecorating the Shellridge condo on Maui. They will be in Hilo next month and said they wouldn't mind swinging by Wailea to "freshen up" the pad. You've seen Betsy and Clem work their magic on Lou's office and our Lake Arrowhead cabin, right? I thought Tina could fill me in on what needs to be done when she gets back.

Yes, I am going to rent out the condo for the summer. I know, I said never again, but I might as well. My agent said the area is really hot right now, and basically I'm just sitting on the property. The kids don't have the time to go out anymore. I can't foresee going out until the winter or spring anyway. I would never dream of selling it. That location and the amenities, you just don't see that anymore. Boy, Lou got a steal when he bought that place in the early 60's. It was and still is a real gem.

Call me tomorrow about helping Des out. If you're busy, I understand.

Take care,
Vick

Thank you, my dear!

Francine, dear,

I thought I told you I was going to stop having birthdays . . . After all, a girl doesn't like being reminded she's a year older!

Despite that fact, you never forget my birthday, do you? No wonder you are such a dear and special friend! So, how can I scold you when you've been so generous!

The Borders gift card was a lovely idea, and it's just what I needed because I had Borders Bucks to use and a coupon in my inbox. Imagine that, Vicki Deveraux on the net! The kids get such a kick out of the old gal knowin' all the lingo!

Darling, you'll never guess what I purchased with the card-- the Buddy Rich CD from his Caesar's Palace engagement in Las Vegas in 1968! Does that sound familiar to you? Remember the getaway I had with Lou, Tina, Les, and Maxine? Remember you had to have that emergency tennis elbow surgery because of your "accident" at the club and you and Jack couldn't come with us? Well, the gang and I went to see Buddy Rich and his band, and this was the concert recorded for the cd! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the cd in the rack. (I also purchased Three Coins in the Fountain on dvd. Right now, I can't take my eyes off Rossano Brazzi!)

Oh what happy memories flooded through me when I put the music on. "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" was one of Lou's favorite songs, and listening to it brought a tear to my eye. Oh, but they are happy tears. Lou was so good to me, and I know you and Jack adored him so.

We'll have to take one of our notorious road trips so I can play the cd for you and we can reflect on the good ole days. Give my love to Jack and Charlotte and thank them for the birthday wishes. My love to you, always!

Fondly,
Vicki