Dear Alice,
So I guess you heard by now that I spent last weekend looking for you. On Saturday I went to the Brooklyn Museum. I looked for you behind an egyption statue and under a table where funny postcards were being sold. I would have looked more except the security guard was giving me dirty looks. Probably because I was on my hands and knees. You'd think they wouldnt mind such things. Anyways, I was afraid of pushing my luck. Alice, I looked for you, but you just didn't want to be found.
Alice - tell me about your weekend? is it beautiful where you are? and is every day yet another sliver on the block of brilliance? Have you been to the Brooklyn Museum? I left you a message in the guest book. I wrote it in seceret code. Well Alice, my sugar is high and I am having a hard time staying awake..
missing you.
- me.
