Anyhow, it seemed a bit late, and hardly the place, from which to answer your PS. Hoppen Harbridge also located me there; he’d been concerned because of the subpoena for me being withdrawn. Thought maybe it had been served instead and I was being maybe too royally entertained somewhere in private until T (for testimony) Day came. Man seems as uneager for me to take the stand as I am, which gets _me_ a bit concerned. (It will be no news to him when he reads this; I’ve already told him so. I suppose I’d rather have him read it than him and every other damn snoop or spy from how many? countries, which is what I gather already happened to our previous by-radiowire exchanges.) I seem to be rambling on, just possibly in an effort to avoid coming to the point. Which is as follows: I’d very much like to take you up on your implied invitation. I have only recently learned how much I need you. I learned it, babe, from Toronto down to Rio, with many stops in between. Or amend that: I started in St. Croix, worked my way up to Toronto via home, and etc. But in the process I learned a couple of other things, most important of which is that there seems to be remarkably little of Johnny at home these days--barring some mixed crap and fury, a bit of which I got rid of in that Rio ginmill. Some more of which probably is creeping into this letter, no matter which words I reach for. So I need you; so what the hell do you need me for? And is it just what a guy wants most, to _need_ a dame? _You don’t need_ me. You’ve made it damn clear, and I, belatedly, bless you and thank you for doing just that, doll. God help me, I do think you _love_ me. Or loved, as the case may be. It occurs to me that with effort and application I might learn to do likewise in return. If I can’t I can at least _stop needing_. So tell ole Chris thanks from me--or Kutler, whoever _did_ mastermind getting us up there. I might have gone on leeching on you the rest of my life, or yours (which might have been shorter; how long could you stand it anyhow?) if _something_ hadn’t happened to blast us apart long enough for me to back off and get a good look at J. Wendt. The veritas in vino is stronger proof in night clubs, maybe? Or were you watering the stuff at home, babe? The Gen. says 10 minutes, if I want to get this into the package. (10 minutes with or without time for him to read?) So-- I understand there is about to be a new subpoena for me. I’d enjoy slugging the next guy, too, but am temporarily convinced it is better not to do so off home property, and also better to stay off home property myself for a bit, for many reasons, not all of them tactical.