Letter 6

Arthur to Alfred

In Deauville

I am red like lobs, my skin burns me and the cream does nothing, routine. My Grandmother is still crazy, but it's easier than I imagined. As her medications are dosed properly and stay away from the bottle of rosé, everything is still playable. It's amazing how she has changed. She remains fun and of course she is very smart and educated, but she became like goldfish: no short memory, she jumps from a subject to another, she is still rehashing the same old stories without finishing them; it leaves a sense of unfinished business to all our dinners. It is very difficult to take her seriously, even when she suddenly is. Scary.
News of Francis. You know he wrote me an ignited before the holidays, the kind « let's meet and your life will change ». Well, the joke is not there, Francis turns out to be the great friend of Antonio. Ralph knows from his brother. Ah, here we do not play. If this idiot could make me getting closer of Antonio, we could finally take our « dance » up again. Have fun in Newport, greet Ralph and Christian for me.

From Menton, August 1st 19**