Dear Mom, Dad and Kevin,
So this is the second letter I’ve written. Letter #1 is stale (and besides, I’ve already told you everything that’s in it) .
Like I said on the phone — the apartment actually is livable now. Each room still has a lot to be done, but at least we can move. Today we cleaned out the desks and put some books away. Our next big project is making the shelves for the stereo and albums and remainder of the books. 
We have no hot water yet. The plumber never showed up. I guess it’s quite a job. Ask Dick Palmer why he thinks we are having so many problems. :-) (actually I think our landlady is over-worried about $$$$) 
My birthday was really special. Dean made me a wonderful breakfast of strawberries and cream, kippers, pink champagne, soft-boiled eggs, bagels and toast (this was all before we knew how poor we were :-)).
The we went to a festival downtown at Point State Park. That’s where the 3 rivers come together. We watched the speedboats and Dean “frolicked” in the fountain.
For dinner, Dean made a roast and Yorkshire putting. It was all very wonderful.
Dean gave me my favorite cologne, a blue rose, peppercorns, kerosene for my lamp, a bottle of wine, and, from a local garage sale, a salt shaker and pepper mill set, directly (long ago) from Italy . 
After dinner and cake (yes, he baked me a cake complete with 25!  candles) we took a long leisurely walk around our new neighborhood.
Cinder has settled in very nicely. It’s almost as if no move ever took place.
We still have to thank you properly. I wish I could have said more in the way of thanks when you left, but I was ready to cry at any moment. 
Also, we owe you money for gas, etc. That will soon be paid as soon as we can.
Well, take care.
P.S. Got the checks today. Thanks for the loan. I feel awful asking for the money — thanks so much. 
Hi again —
Enclosed, you have found the two checks. Thanks, but the bank won’t accept it except to go into our account and that won’t be good until the 8th of September. (That’s the $50.00). Then the $15.00 check — it’s not certified. Seems that certified means the bank guarantees the money. We even went to the assistant manager. But luckily we found that the book store takes VISA (Dean needs books) and that leaves us with enough cash to get by — there is $40.00 in my change bottle. I appreciate your help very much. If you can’t get your money back (but I’m sure you can)  send me the check back and I’ll be able to cash it and send you back one of our checks.
Don’t worry — my fingers are still pink — not blue. 
I called the school district and they are sending applications for subbing. One district (Pittsburgh) isn’t accepting subbing applications until next week. 
- Dean and I had just moved to Pittsburgh [↩]
- I think my mom was not impressed with our apartment when she and my dad, brother and cousin drove us to Pittsburgh from Elgin [↩]
- I’d forgotten about this [↩]
- I remember these — the were a rusty-red with a gold crackled finish [↩]
- All I can say is WOW! Dean sure knew how to treat a gal back then [↩]
- Damn we were just babies! [↩]
- Knowing what I know now about the pain when a child leaves town, I know my mother must have been heartbroken [↩]
- None of us realized that even though we had money to put in a banking account, we would not see that money for a couple weeks. We lived on change for a week. Never underestimate the value of a change jar. [↩]
- It is apparent here that I had no idea how checks worked [↩]
- Mom was worried about my Raynaud’s syndrome kicking in because I was stressed [↩]
- I’d forgotten I’d applied to more than one school district [↩]