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Palmas y Altavista
Villa Obregon DF
Mexico
March 24, 1941

Dear Mother:

I was glad to get Dad's telegram and find you were OK - I got his letter that morning saying you were going to be operated on Thursday, and was wondering just what had happened. How do you feel by now? Isn't it funny how everything you do, from knitting to kneezing, you find you do with your stomach muscles? You never realize it so much before! Do write and give me all the details, etc. Also what hospital are you in and how long will you be there?
I am waiting for the camioneta and Diego, to go to Metepec sketching today. It is market day there, and should be fun. He goes to a different town every day, where the market is, and does watercolors.
I got a beautiful woven blue bed cover for you from an Indian woman from Toluca - you can use it to toss over your shapely limbs while convalescing. I am trying to find a nice serape that would fit into Dad's office. There is a girl down here now that is buying things for a New York store - they make a hundred percent profit, after paying practically a hundred percent duty. So if you get a chance to make money on any of the little gifts I send, don't hesitate, as I can replace them!
Did I tell you that Irene and husband have moved in practically next door? They are working together, but for what purpose I don't know - gestapo, FBI or revenge for a broken heart. He tries to keep me occupied so she'll have a free hand, but I am dragged along just to avert that eventuality. The first time we met he bubbled "I've heard so much about you!" to which I replied sweetly, "Oh, really? I hope some of it was nice."
Diego's here and I have to leave. I'll write again, and let me hear from you when you're able - 
Lots of love,
Emmy Lou

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