I called your mother for your address, she said to tell you the sugar cubes and Nestle bars are on the way, I thought you were dieting?

Bless your golden heart, what a peachy description, you write better than I do.

Maxine,

And you hobnobbing with Gielgud at Claridge's. Write me about London-the tube, the Inns of Court, Mayfair, the corner where the Globe Theatre stood, anything, I'm not fussy. Write me about Knightsbridge, it sounds green and gracious in Eric Coates' London Suite. Or London Again Suite.

xxxx

I don't like to sound bitter, but I would like to know what YOU ever did that the good Lord lets YOU browse around my bookshop while I'm stuck on 95th St. writing the TV "Adventures of Ellery Queen." Did I tell you we're not allowed to use a lipstick-stained cigarette for a clue? We're sponsored by the Bayuk Cigar Co. and we're not allowed to mention the word "cigarette." We can have ashtrays on the set but they can't have any cigarette butts in them. They can't have cigar butts either, they're not pretty. All an ashtray can have in it is a wrapped, unsmoked Bayuk cigar.

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