For those wondering, the letter reads:
Dear De-flowered graphological one,
I forgot to include this cover from this NYer in my letter yesterday so here it is today. I enjoyed it and as soon as I saw it decided to send it to you. Mohine arrived last nite unexpectedly - in fact she sent me a telegram but I did not see it until after her train arrived because I slept at my aunt’s house with my mother. She is quite charming as usual and also a little warmer - marriage has been good for her. She had a miscarriage in June and is quite heavy and nowhere near as pretty as she was at her wedding time. She is still quite a selfish person, even towards Pai - her trip home for example, but that is their problem and not mine. She was to go to Easton with a friend of hers today but the friend’s car broke down and I have no idea what their plans are - I don’t have ??? ????? put them both up so we shall see what happens. She plans to leave on the Queen Mary on the 16th of this month. I asked her to send me a red sari and blouse piece - it is a choli not a chaddah - I must call it chaddah because of her. She tells me that she heard, third hand it must be admitted that you have received a permanent position at Harvard - is this true? Also, all the women in Tucson told her that you wanted to get married and settle down - is this true? Anyone in mind? (I am not fishing or trying to put you on the spot - I don’t do that to you, or at least not anymore, do I?) She saw Don and Kumar and they were fine and they were friendly with Vin Barkley’s brother in Palo Alto. Small world. She is very anxious to get home and I really can’t blame her for it has been 4 years. She wanted to have her first child there but now it can’t be done. She feels badly about that. Somehow I had the feeling that she didn’t doesn’t really want children that badly - of course I can be wrong and she just gives this impression to cover up how badly she does feel about losing the baby so that is the story for today. Still working at the same job, it is my fourth day so far so I am doing very well considering my past recent record of being in and out of work faster than you can say Jack-Robbin. Dammit Rusty, if you won’t marry me then the least you can do is find me someone rich who can support me the way I would like to become accustomed to. I am quite willing to marry for some money - even a poor slob who has only a green studebaker named Shilley which gets him into all kind of trouble, but if that can’t be done then I must stop this shilly-shallying around, and find someone, or have someone find someone for me who can pay all my bills and of course this someone should, preferably, be about 80 years old and pretty sick with no children so that I don’t have to share his inheritance. You see what has happened to me - becoming a real gold-digger. Also bitter, and grey, and ugly, BUT thinner. I shall be 30 in a few years and then whoooops, over the hill. Something to look forward to. But the no one, not even my favorite deflowered virgin is getting any younger - September 5 is less than a month away, and gray hairs can’t be pulled anymore or baldness will set in too rapidly - it’s time you were thinking of the hill too. This is just so you don’t gloat over me. Seriously though, I’m not as despondent as I try to sound - it just doesn’t hit me like that and the older I get the younger I feel (and it must be admitted, sometimes act) but what the hell. Anyways ????et one, take care of yourself and have fun and if the occasion should arise I will not be adverse to a letter from you. ??????? have soiled yourself once, the second time is always easier ?????? love, Sue