Even Edith’s letters, usually sprawling with run-on sentences and funny little drawings, felt labored. When Seema wrote, she never failed to mention Karl. Everyone in Kaiserslautern knows him for the wonderful stories he writes in the newspaper. He is the pride of our town. And those who don’t know him for his writing recognize his beautiful German-made car with the unusual horn that goes, Tee-poo-peep-pa, tee-poo-peep-pa. Honestly, you’ve never heard anything like it. She told them about the operas they attended, and in one letter she mentioned how she and Karl had gone to see Margot and Edith and Frederick after church one afternoon. Edith is very excited about her wedding. So squirmy and filled with romantic plans. She never stops talking. Werner this and Werner that. She reminds me of you, dear Flora, before you married Simon. Edith wrote of nothing but her upcoming nuptials. The wedding will be on Sunday, September 22. My mother is working her fingers to the bone on the old Pfaff.
