Page 4 - saved up for a record player of my own. Some of the boarding house girls got 8trakcs but I can’t play my mama’s old records with those. I’m listening, as I’m writing and filling this package. It’s a Billie Holiday kinda day. Your favorite song too. I’m staying safe and drinking coffee. I’m getting ready for my shift at the club and thinking about when we were little, listening to my mama play these records while we’d draw on each other’s hands and get in trouble for it. It’s a good memory, for a weird time. Yours, Ruthy