Mommy would like you to stop in tomorrow morning to
insert her hearing aids. If you have time this evening,
I can show you how I do it.

After talking it over with Mommy,
I have decided to go to Nantucket tomorrow,
leaving at 6 a.m. to catch the 9:15 boat,
and returning to Hyannis at about 7:45 p.m.,
to get back to Belmont between 10 and 11 p.m.
Obviously, especially at this time of year,
driving at night is unavoidable, but I am not aware
that by doing so, I incur any disproportionate danger.

When you and I drive together, one of the concerns
uppermost in my mind is Mommy's situation if both
you and I were killed in an accident. You may remember
how, on the same premises, in years past, we avoided
packing an entire family into a single airplane.

I acknowledge that your "feelings about going to
Nantucket" are more complicated than I am able to fathom,
but I think you understand that on any day of your choosing,
I am prepared to go with you to Nantucket, to Konnarock,
to Lisbon, to Braunschweig, Goslar, Eltville, Rothenburg ... 
but I'm also very content to stay in Belmont and recapitulate
with my sister the epic of my youth, - when I was faulted by
my parents, die das Schicksal auf sich zukommen lassen wollten,
weil ich ihre Vertrauensbeziehung zum Board zerstoert hatte.
In der Moeglichkeit sie schriftlich zu erzaehlen,
liegt die Erloesung von der Vergangenheit.