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Dear Mrs. Ullman:

Your handbag came to me safely and I want to thank you for it. I don't ever have much in the way of handbags [[strikethrough]] ever [[/strikethrough]]. I've been carrying a briefcase that was given me years ago to the Museum [[strikethrough]] and a [[/strikethrough]] winters and a very light woven Jamaican bag summers. So this fills the bill when I am going anywhere [[strikethrough]] else [[/strikethrough]] in especial.

Doris came down Thanksgiving & Christmas for a couple of days each time. She [[strikethrough]] was very [[/strikethrough]] seemed a little better Christmas but was suffering from a bad upset of her alimentary system - I think they call it 1-day Flu, some virus infection, and couldn't keep anything on her stomach. You know of course she had to give up her college work, and she was hoping to find a job. But this morning when I telephoned her as I do Sundays, she said she was going to a psychiatric clinic at a hospital from 10-4 daily, and thought it was helping her. [[strikethrough]] She was [[/strikethrough]] I don't think she could keep a job if she got one at present. So I hope that this treatment may [[strikethrough]] be of [[/strikethrough]] do some good. [[strikethrough]] You [[/strikethrough]] I don't need to tell you how depressed & worried I have been.

I [[strikethrough]] wrote [[/strikethrough]] have just a note [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] to Jack thanking him for a box (which I haven't yet received), and urging him to drop you a line whenever he can. Doris told me he is terribly busy