February 2, 1987

Dear Red,

I've been waiting “til/I could handle a pen or negotiate a typewriter
properly to write to you, but that day has not yet come. We are here in
Florida working at my recovery, and the first real letter I can write will
be to you, and I hope you know how much your good words about my book mean
to me. I don't really care what anybody else thinks. Love to Eleanor and
yourself, from both of us.