Jerry. But I heard there was a lady here that was expecting a letter, and I had one that I thought’d do, so no rain or anything could keep me from delivering it.
Charlotte [greedily]. A letter for me? Let me have it.
He hands it to her and she tears it open.
It’s from Jerry!
She reads it quickly.
Jerry. Is it what you wanted?
Charlotte [aloud, but to herself]. It doesn’t say where he is. It just says that he’s well and comfortable. And that he’s doing what he wants to do and what he’s got to do. And he says that doing his work makes him happy. [With suspicion.] I wonder if he’s in some dive.... If I wrote him a letter do you think you could find him with it, Mr. Postman?
Jerry. Yes, I can find him.
Charlotte. I want to tell him that if he’ll come home I won’t nag him any more, that I won’t try to change him, and that I won’t fuss at him for being poor.
Jerry. I’ll tell him that.