Dear Dad,
This is just to say that Juanita and I are having a marvelous honeymoon here on Trinidad.
There’s a lovely beach right next to the hotel; the food is excellent, and the cocktails are even better! The weather has been absolutely great, of course, and I’ve got quite brown.
I’m not sure what we’ll do next; Juanita wants to go straight back to Washdon, so I don’t lose my job, but I think that’s a bit ridiculous.
I mean, after all, she has only to say the word to her father, and we’ll have no more money problems. The trouble is, Juanita isn’t always the most reasonable person in the would, and neither is her father. I’ll have to play it carefully, I think.
By the way, a very funny thing happened this morning.
Juanita and I were down by the sea; I was enjoying a cocktail, and Juanita was reading some rubbish detective novel, when this strange guy came up to us and asked us some questions about you.
He was wearing a white suit, black tie, and size 12 shoes. Juanita thought he was a cop. The thing is, he had a photo of you, and he said he was a friend of yours.
Of course, I won’t say anything about it; but if you happen to see Mr. Remirez, do put in a good word for me, won’t you?
Much love
David