September 10, 1922

Darling Hyacinth,

How's Ithaca? I still mean to get up there and visit.

We had a pact to tell each other IMMEDIATELY when we got, as they say, lucky. Well, let me introduce you to the New Deb. Impulsive, sensual, and easy if the guy's a drugstore cowboy.

The funny thing about it is that I have conflicting memories about what went down. One moment I was eating strawberries on the lawn with Karen - I know you don't like her, but I need a few new friends at Slonimb, alright? The next thing I know, a startlingly good-looking guy with an English accent and a pencil-drawn mustache - he claimed he was a visiting scholar, yeah right - was offering me French champagne, and then, before you know it! we were screwing in my single, and it was still mid-morning! It was crazy! I think his name was Franklin, but everything about it seems foggy.

But also I had this dream last night that Franklin was flying across the sky, using his gigantic penis as a witch's broomstick. And a terrible horse with a purple mane lept out of the water and bit him in the you-know-what. I didn't used to believe that dreams had meaning, but I can't shake the feeling that Franklin is hiding something. And also that he might be in great danger. Still, I hope he calls.

Come down to Manhattan, girl! We need to go shopping again! I saw this ritzy dress at Bergdorf Goodman's on Fifth Avenue that you would look amazing in. You're so lucky with your boyish figure. I need some new tops, too, as none of mine fit anymore. My Freshman Fifteen has turned into a Freshman Thirty-Five, and I'm busting out of my bloomers. My love to Kermit, you're so lucky to go to a co-ed school. Kisses.

Deb.