Dearest Irene:
There is a
little matter that I must take up with you. Letter #231 reached me today and I
was displeased to say the least.
You admitted
that you knew that I would not approve your going to work for Mr. Girard, still
you went. You claim that it is only for a few days, but workers being as hard
as they are to get you know as well as I that he will want to keep you on.
What is troubling you?
Getting fed up on house-keeping?
Don’t you get enough to live on?
Exactly what-n-hell is wrong with
you?
How do you think this makes me
feel, knowing that my wife is working in a joint?
If you like
to work in a place where every other guy will make a play for you, you
certainly picked the right place.
Your Husband,
Bob
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