26 June, 1888
Febs,You flatter me. I cannot imagine you ever losing your beauty, and most certainly not at thirty-six.
Giving me ideas is not the thing to do when I'm so far away from you, and certainly not while on the job. The last thing I need is the department secretary giving me a look when she comes to drop off paperwork.
Another question: What's your favorite type of candy?
Affectionately,
E.

— set by MJ! —