Kathy to Hilary, April 14, 1973, Tehran, Iran I don’t know if you’d like Jan. He’s not academic like we are but he’s clever—naturally intelligent and funny and fantastically intuitive (damn his pride, though) but doesn’t feel inclined toward scholarly ways. He has a soul of gold and is so beautiful. Like a desert hawk. Very noble. He and Leslie S. (a different Leslie) are very busy and excited and conspiratorial about my surprise party.
Yes, a pity the cat is out of the bag, but then, the cat has eyes and ears, doesn’t she? Jan’s invited the completely worthless nephew of the Shah (ignore that last please, censors) (I didn’t say the Shah was worthless) and ¾ of the school. He’s so enthusiastic about it in a secret way—and doesn’t know I know. I’m not telling! Just you. I’ve always loved the idea of a surprise party and I don’t think I’ll ever know a group of people as well again. The nice thing is, if the party is a bust, it’s not my fault. If I manage to get over my “surprise,” I’ll write you about it—the whole pretending I don’t know, and Thursday day (it will be Thursday night, the 19th) will be enormous fun. I’m so excited!!
Surprise! 
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