Found in a box saved for 90 years in my grandmother’s house. My mother’s house. Is this from Dear Sonny? Is this to Dear Sonny? Nobody ever signed their letters, is seems. Nor did they offer a name after, “Dearest…” Was it a point of pride, that one’s handwriting was all that was needed for identity? –Kate
–Kate Bennis
–Kate Bennis
–Kate Bennis
At their grandmother’s country cottage (the one you visited). The mishmash of clothes somehow looks planned and also mock Chekov but of course was just grabbed from a pile of hats by the door. –Will Bennis