"Dear Sally" - February 3rd, 1948

Dear Sally,

Haven't been in touch lately because I thought you should have time to get over poor Bill's funeral. However, there's things that need talking over.

Nelly called last night, upset over yet another tiff with H.J. Those two are getting worse. The more they row and act like an old married couple in public, the harder they are to cover for. I know that you've provided a pretty steady alibi for H.J. up to now and that the publicity we got from that hasn't exactly hurt you either, but it can't last much longer. Nelly says he's always out when Nelly calls, out with boys, and apparently, there's a lot of rough stuff going on. One of these punks only has to go to the cops with a convincing story and some convincing bruises to back it up and it would be the Silhouette fiasco all over again.

I honestly wonder how long it can last. Lews is drinking harder all the time and has been very low since the thing with Bill. Mason is a big bouncy boyscot, same as ever, but with Nelly and H.J. acting up its a pretty sorry spectacle at the meetings these days. Maybe now it is time to pull out and cut our losses. We've made quite a sum, you know, and I've often talked about a place out west somewhere; maybe now's the time we could take it on as a visible partnership proposition together? Anyways, at least think it over.

With fond regards,

Larry

Nearest thing I ever got to a proposal

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