at Riverbank, telling him—what? I don’t love you but “I miss you infinitely.” I am not sure I love-you love you but “I shall work for you” if you ask. I have dreamed about you but I don’t remember what the dream was. “Anyway, Billy Boy, like me just a little bit always. I want you for the dear good friend you are, if nothing more. I want, oh, so much, for us both to
