I opened the letter. I read the letter. I put down the letter.
Then I watched the movie, “‘Night, Mother.”
Sunday, May 10th, 1987
After you left today, I’ve been thinking.
Why can’t you & I share an apartment in L.A. together.
I’ll get a job out there and I could pay half the rent?
We could get a 2 bedroom apartment so we each could have our own bedroom.
I would be happy & you could pursue your career!
I would be so happy to get away from Miami and being near you.
If you don’t want to, I won’t. But, would you think about it?
P.S. It would cut down a lot of my expenses so that I would be able to give you more money.
It would cut down my:
I’d rather give the money to you.