Willy tells of his problems:
My Dearest Chile,
I have received the documents from the lawyer and await further instructions from him.
It has been a rotten weekend for me. My femur, Rodney, fell ill and I have spend much of the weekend pacing up and down in dingy off-green waiting rooms, full of copies of 1985 Reader's Digest with all the answers to 'Increase you word power' circled.
But Rodney is much better now.
But I am being most rude: how are you my dear? I hope things are going well for you. I look at your photo often and wonder what things are like there.
How are you going on my recipe? I am so looking forward to it.