Hilary to Kathy, November 20, 1971, Tehran, Iran November 20
Dad got back from the States on the 18th. He said he saw you all--and he mentioned that you don’t even look the same and are much taller. My father’s a poco on the plump side, eh? I guess life in the USA goes on without the Talleys. Dad brought back six Reeses peanut butter cups--heavan!!!! Also a lot of horsie stuff--do I seem horse crazy? It’s not the same as many years ago when you and I had the Invisible Horses.
I went Christmas shopping today. But as usual when you finally have money, you can’t find anything you like. So it was I traipsed all over town (today was a holiday) but there was nothing. They’re giving me $75 for clothes, but there isn’t anything I like anywhere. Of course, what I have to choose from is the Sears Catalogue, Montgomery Wards, Spiegal, and Iranian shops. They refuse to let me buy pants, and I refuse to buy dresses. I must be too picky because there must be lots of nice clothes but I don’t like nice clothes.
I just got a new Steppenwolf record. (Rupert the cat won’t let me write--he keeps playing with the pen.) I like the record a lot. So, what, eh? (Eh is an expression the Iranians use--quit it, eh? Like that.)
Groovy drummer who has nothing to do with this letter. 
The general at the Baushga [Gendarmerie riding club] is raffling off a horse for 200 rials a ticket. It’s the best horse, named CanCan, but he’s 15 years old and I guess they’re afraid he’s going to die soon and don’t know how to dispose of the body. I would like to have CanCan but there’s a 58 to 1 chance of winning. Considering I won a watch at Bingo a week ago, I have no luck left. Now don’t begin thinking I’m a Bingo regular--vulgarity of vulgarities! We took Farzad and his mother to eat at the Club and they happened to be playing Bingo, that’s all.
7:56:53 AM 
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