[to Miss Ivy Tittley, postmark 13.6.29]
Dear ladder ribs.
We are nearly roasted, it is getting that hot, I am expecting to see the devil counting his dead uns one of the days, I suppose he will shake hands with me, are you looking forward to August?
“ladder ribs” being a reference to Ivy’s skinny frame, as Eric’s writing takes a darker turn. I suspect that August will bring a trip to Bournemouth, a much anticipated event.
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