Dear Hillary,
(Nothing, nothing, nothing)
Gideon
Dear Gideon,
Better go and take some iPhone classes, or maybe as simple as new glasses. You sent me three emails one minute apart, from your iPhone, and no text. So thanks for the thoughts. Reminds me of the letter from the Irish mother to her daughter. “Dear Morag, Here is five pounds for your birthday. Love, Mother. PS I forgot to enclose the money.”
