I came to Los Angeles with the singular intention of sorting out my father’s estate. He died nearly four weeks ago. I met you and had no intention of looking for any kind of liaison with anyone, it just happened, and I feel we like each other. I certainly do. And very much look forward to seeing you again tomorrow or today depending on when you read this. But I have a lot of explaining to do about my life and what has happened in it so far. Albeit it has been a short one, which I intend to do, the explaining I mean. To you, as our relationship develops, and I sincerely hope it will. But I have a confession to make. I went to see the gallery that bought my father’s entire collection of work ten years ago and said I wished to view it. They informed me that some of the paintings had been sold (something, sadly, my father never knew). They said that the remaining collection was warehoused out of town and before they could hang it for a viewing, understandably they would require references in terms of financial credibility in light of potential purchase. I couldn’t give my name as I am the son (for reasons that I can explain later) and secondly, I can in no way satisfy any kind of financial investigation. Although I have no idea what the price of purchase of these works would be, and only really just wanted to see them, I know what the gallery paid (will also go through that later). Here comes the embarrassing bit. I gave your name, in terms of you being the interested party as the collector and that I was acting for you. If you don’t want to see me tomorrow when I come round at six o’clock just send Manita to the door, tell me to go away and I will completely understand. The gallery has no info on you as I said you would be responsible for contacting them directly, so we can forget the whole thing. If you want. Please forgive me. I have had a bit of a bad day today in other ways and would be happy to explain that too, which might throw some light on my behaviour. If I don’t see you again (and I so don’t want that to be the case, even if it’s only to apologise for what I have done and then you can kick me out) it has been a privilege and an honour to meet someone so garlanded in beauty, intelligence, and finesse as you. Thank you for your company.

With love, I think,

Ever.

p.s. Sorry if this is garbled and confusing I am drinking a little sake. Sorry.

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