Audrey: It is very pleasant here. I’m not alone at all. I lay down an awful lot. I feel better lying down. Vivian’s son comes every Sunday and takes her out. She returns around 5 or 6 PM. Everything is ﬁne. I’m in the biggest, best room. I read books. Oh, my voice is cracking. I forgot I’m not supposed to talk.
(Heather: Let’s say “good-bye” then and I’ll call next Saturday right after your breakfast.)