Where are you now? I think it was four years ago, I tried going to your house once more, but you weren’t there. If you read this book, get in touch with me. I had just one letter from Augusta, who went back to Louisiana. She says she’s driving a taxi. She told me to say Hi to you. Maybe you even married that half-Japanese painter. But i don’t care, even if you’re married. I think i’d like to see you just once more if i can. Just once more, I want the two of us to sing “Que sera sera” again. And just because I’ve Written this book, don’t think I’ve changed. I’m like I was back then, really.