THE RED RUGS
OF TARSUS
HALF WAY THROUGH THE
FIRST YEAR
Tarsus, Turkey-in-Asia,
December second,
Nineteen-Eight.
Mother dear:
My first married birthday! I am twenty-six years old. It is twenty-six weeks since The Day. I have been counting up the different places at which we stopped on the way from New York to Tarsus. This is the twenty-sixth abode we have occupied in the twenty-six weeks. Isn't that a coincidence? You are smiling and saying that it is just like honeymooners to notice it at all.
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