Continued, The Correspondent
Sybil Van Antwerp
USA
Dear Syb,
Please thank Theodore for transcribing your letters. I couldn’t bear the thought of an end to our decades of letter writing, though now I admit I do feel a bit of a need to censor myself. He seems very polite. Stewart sends his regards as well.
Nothing much new to report, only had our annual Independence Day party here in France on the fourth, and it was a smash with women in the pool at the end of the night sans bathing costumes.
We also got a dog—did I tell you that we were considering it?
A little floofy white whatsit called Yvette and I love her.
You would love her, too, though I know you don’t care for animals whatsoever.
The big news is that the essay I’d been working on for quite some time on the expat experience we’ve had here has found a home in Vogue. I’m delighted. It is due to be in print come October.
Speaking of October, very much looking forward to your visit.
Sybil Stone in France at last, I can die at peace.
Have been mulling over the restaurants, etc.
Just saw Eva at the party, and she was telling me they had new drapes put in.
You won’t believe her apartment, it will feel like yourself and Theodore hath died and opened thine eyes at the pearly gates.
If I was visiting Paris, Eva’s apartment is where I would want to stay, though she’s never offered me two weeks there!
All my love, and kisses from the dog,
Felix
p.s. I must know. Do you share a room now, or does he sleep in guest quarters? (It’s absolutely gauche of me to ask…and knowing it’s Mr. Lübeck reading this to you…)