Letter 18

Alfred to Arthur

In Paris

Everything is going well. Everything changes. Quickly. My new family: a father who works at IBM, a housewife with a perfect brushing, a girl, my age, rather pretty, very girly, and her older brother, twenty, oily hair, hat and jeans, nice, he is in college, he's back on weekends and never speaks to is sister (or me for that matter). They have a big dog, also, drooling everywhere. I have a room with a double bed and a view of Central Park. The French School is full of expatriate children satisfied with themselves. Classes and teachers ooze American educational method. Everything is going well. Don't worry about me. I walk for hours, the city is beautiful. Tonight we will have dinner in Chinatown, they are nice you know, I'm lucky. I miss you my friend.

From New York September 11 19**