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Sixty-five Central Park West
New York City

March 14

Dear Frida:

If you’re an S.O.B., then I’m a rat, a plain
gutter rat. It was so good to get your letter, then I
let days go by thinking y of you, writing letters to
you in my head, talking to you — but actually sitting
down and doing a little woik — no not me! Now what do
you think of me?

Sol and I went to Cuba the end of January, right after
I wrote you last. I wished, how I wished, that we good
go to Mexico instead, but Sol could o leave New York
only for two weeks, so I gave up. Then I began wishing
you could come to Cuba to meet us, but Nick told me
about Christina being ill and how bothered you were, so
I did not dare to suggest to you that you leave Mexico
to meet us — anyway Havana is really a hell of a hole
for xxxxxxx loco people.

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When we came back, there was your letter with pink
feathers, shocking pink of course, with kisses for
me and for Meyer, and sad words from you. And I went
right to bed with the grippe for two weeks and so I
didn’t write you a word, good or bad. Then there was
a letter from a mysterious someone from the Gladstone
Hotel in New York enclosing one hundred dollars in bills.
Who could be as loco as you in New York? Tell me that!
Who sent the money back for you, and why did you do it,
Louey you dope? I had written you to find out why the
money didn’t come to you in time for Christmas like you
wanted, so you hurry up and send it back — what’s the
matter with you anyway! I’m mad I am — and if I could
see you, I would shake all kinds of thinks out of you —
even old Christmas tree trimmings, not to mention
pink or black feathers.

You wrote me about the show and the catalogue and pictures
of your paintings. So beea good girl and get around one
of these days to sending me the catalogue or a photograph
Meyer wants to see them too. Meyerxxx

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Nick tells me that the Modern museum called him about
including the bathrub painting in the Mexican show.
Have you heard anything about that?

Nobody here has heard a word from Cheavez altho he has
been here for weeks. Anita is sore, and Nick is sore —
only I’m not sore — what the hell, if a guy doesn’t
want to spend his time looking up a lot of people when
he’s having trouble, what’s the use? Our friend on
the N.Y.times mucis dept. told us that Carlos isn’t
getting any chances with the Philharmonic in New York —
there are too many rivalries, jealoury and what have
you in the music crowd.

About you, I’m praying that you’ll get the Guggenheim,
and I’m pretty sure you will, and that you will be
here early in the Fall and I can see you for myself
and really know then how you are.
Did you really try to phone me? Huh? — Yours
Mary

I saw Nick this week — but darling I can’t talk much
with him — I suppose it would be easier if you could
sandwich in with making love — but like this I never
get anywhere talking with him — he’s so spoiled, he
sees only himself. Maybe when he loves you, he sees
you, too, but I can’t find it. But he told me you
are seeing Diego again, and I’m glad but I hope you
let him know you can stand alone, and where he gets
off. Try not to need him too much, or you will go
on suffering, on and on. Don’t let yourself give in
to him. I hope you can use all the energy you have
building up your strength in yourself alone. It’s a
whopper of a job — but you’ll have something when you’re
thru. I’m lecturing again, so I’d better stop. Evry-
thing we tell you, I’m sure you know much better. But
I love you and wish I could help to make you strong.