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All day I relaxed around the house and
loved it dearly. I washed my hair and let it
dry luxuriously in the sun. So beautiful to
truly rest from morning till evening. I
wrote Bill Boyd, Jimmy and Eddie (got
a letter from Eddie today.)
At nine thirty this evening Bill Brennan
phoned – he’d just gotten home a while
before – (His “Private Brennan reporting
Maam” was really pleasant). We talked
and he said he’ll come up tomorrow. Nice boy!
After phoning twice today, Floyd
called for at a little after ten. He’s
changed so much – for the better and
I like him a lot. In a series of
subways and taxis we ended up at the
Casbah on Central Park South. It’s a
smooth place – music played continuously
(cute orchestra too.) in a place decorated
to resemble an Arabian tent. Wonderful
dancing and an enjoyable evening. Floyd didn’t
get too exuberant & I even kept him from getting serious.