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Martha Wainwright - Bleeding All Over You

To:
Patrick Delou
2856 Rue Racine
Paris, France

October 21st, 1973

Dear Patrick,

I told myself I would write to you last year at this time, but I didn’t have the courage.  I couldn’t do it.  I’m sorry.  I hope you are still at this address — I spoke to Fredrich and Philippe and they said this was the place.  How are you Patrick?

I suppose it has been two years…

England is as enjoyable as it can be.  I spend my days in the parks with the dogs and I am finally reading Camus (and regrettably enjoying it).   I am becoming a better cook (I think) and I stopped smoking so much.  I have taken a job with the Government like I told you I always would.  It is a good job but the people are a little bit snobby to newcomers.  I am waiting to become settled in.

How is Paris?  I hope you still like it as much as you did when I left.  I am thinking of going to Germany in the Spring to visit my friend Gerda.  She lives outside of Hamburg and has a small farm with her fiancé.  She invited me to come this summer but I was busy with my new job.  I will let you know when I do go; I can meet you in Paris for a short time.  I would be thrilled to see you.

There are days when I wished I hadn’t left Paris, but perhaps I was getting sick of it all.  I wish I could have spoken French — it’s so troublesome when you can’t speak the same language as someone else.  I’m sorry.

I hope you are well.  Tell me everything!

Emmy