The stuff that you sent me to eat I havnt kept. I guess you wouldnt want
that anyway Mable. The stuff that your mother sent me Im going to keep.
She wasnt my girl an she didnt have to send all that stuff if she
didnt want to.

As for all the things I have give you, Mable, keep em. I dont want em no
more. I aint even goin to menshun all the money Ive spent on you for
movies an sodas an the Lord knows what not. I aint the kind of a fello
to throw that up to a fello or even menshun it in no ways. I kept track
of it though in a little book. It comes to $28.27 and some odd sense.

An I aint agoin to hold it up against you that I been savin in the bank
for most two years sos to have a little somethin towards that house with
the green blinds. An that I got somethin like $87.22 in the bank if you
can believe what that eagle beak in the cage rites in your book. All
wasted you might say, when you think of the fun I might have had with it
in the last two years. Those things we'll just forget. You seem to
have already.

An that seasons pass I got for you for the Happyhour sos you could keep
in touch with things while I was away. Keep that and take Broggins.
Otherwise I got a hunch you aint goin to the movies as much as you
used to.

I guess this will hit your father an mother pretty hard. They got nobody
to blame but yourself. On the other hand its goin to please some girls
that I know. So its a poor wind that dont blow nobody round as the poets
say. I guess you wont here much about the poets any more, Mable. About
all youll here is Broggins. I hate a man what talks about himself.