Thank you for the flowers. I threw them on the fire. And I burned the photographs that you had enclosed. GOD they were ugly children. So you're the little bastard of that brother of mine. Trying to trick a poor old woman. 'Til I almost had a weakness. Last week Cousin Florence. Bit your Uncle Joe. Hit him on the forehead with a knife and a fork. (She) said that he looked like the devil. Then she said... "pass the vinegar" I'm beginning to think. (That) I'm the only one who hasn't taken to the drinking of it. Though I almost had a weakness. It pains me to mention. These varicose concerns. While I have to tolerate you family jewels. I really mustn't grumble. ('Cause) when I die the cats and dogs will jump up and down. And you little swines will get nothing.