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National Museum - Wash D.C. 24 Oct 1946. Dear Doris: It has been a long month since we left you and heard so little from you. I suppose it has gone all too quickly with you, too. Dolores called me up to tell me she had a letter from you that apparently quite shocked her by your doings, - especially the libre Cuban. Don't indulge in drinking with strange young men -- it isn't always safe. But you have to learn how to handle situations diplomatically. I bet Dolores with her wild intuitions wouldn't have been so trapped! She is a bit unsettled by her job which seems to be petering out there in the admissions office. She is tempted by these $1 an hour promises, but I tell her to weigh everything before she shifts, that there may be other drawbacks. Well, Dad has gotten rid of part of his troubles at least. After wearing his best black and tight shoes at the party last night, he called me over to look at his heel this morning and I could plainly see glass glittering out of it. So we went about to Dr. Nolan who removed a piece 3/4 in. long and 1/8 [[single prime mark here indicating foot?]] wide with considerable blood and pain, and Dad came on to work. I hope that is all there was in it. We had a wonderful party last night. It didn't begin till 9.30, so we had a [[our?]] nap before coming. The Museum was thronged with people, a band playing, a long receiving line and long tables loaded with quantities of the nicest things I ever had at any party and that is what everyone who was there said, - ice cream, fancy sandwiches, little cakes, odd confectionery, punch, coffee, oh - wonderful stuff. There was loads left