P,
So sorry I missed your call today. Had just departed for lunch with second cherub and your mother-in-law. She unexpectedly rung up to invite our dear middle to work in her office, much as your children used to do, and invited me to tag along for the reward.
It was so endearing to hear how much hubby resembles the son she has always wanted and surely has in the oldballandchain–though we didn’t have much time to discuss the latter. Did mention, of course, how well mother chose her daughter-in-law and that you were nearly everything one could ask for in a friend. She concurred and we spent very little time, I assure you, discussing the ways in which you do not measure up.
I was, I should confess, forced to embellish our prospects in order to secure our place en famille. You may now address me as HRH (Her Royal Highness) as I learned the monarchy enjoys these tender acronyms.
Certain we’ll chat soon. Need to run and make certain your in-laws are safe in this sweltering DC heat. I will, of course, send along your kindest regards. Didn’t know quite how hot we were here, did you?
Faithfully (more or less),
C.
