I write to
you from beside the sickbed of D.D. Jolly.
The cold does not agree with her and she is laid up with a serious case
of hat head. Dr. Hennessey-Bourbon, her
personal physician, has been around and assured me D.D.’s vitals are stable and
prescribed a regimen of roasted duck with fig-cherry glaze and hourly injections of Ibogaine. Miss Jolly sends her regrets and promises to
write soon.
