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Back to the old homestead, or to put it another way-back to the street of early sorrows. Mona lives with her family, I with mine. The only way-pro tem-to solve the economic problem. As soon as I've sold a few stories we'll find a place of our own again.
From the time the old man leaves for the tailor shop until he returns for dinner I'm hard at it-every day. Every day we talk to each other, Mona and I, over the phone; sometimes we meet at noon to have a bite together in some cheap restaurant. Not often enough, however, to please Mona. She's going mad with fear, doubts, jealousy. Simply can't believe that I'm writing day in and day out from morn to dusk.