Peg Bracken, may the lord bless you and keep you…and may you Look as Good as the Lord Intended.
Oh, darling. I wish we’d have met at least once!
So when we do meet, someone else will mix the martinis, and we’ll both eat from a big pot of Stay-abed Stew.
I imagine you’re all curly-lined like the illustrations in your book. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for a wasp waist and explosive hair. You’ll recognize me. I’m the girl you suggested should paint her room a pleasant pink, because it makes everything look very calm. You also advised me to tell visiting guests that "I’m repainting", whatever the scenario, because it excuses just about any odd behavior.
I once read in The New Yorker that you had an estranged husband, and I imagined what that might be like. How strange did you get?
Never mind that. You’re my girl and I’m your chum. We’ll talk soon.