Wheeeezz. Lightning keeps striking again. Nelson came dancing over with Massey Tuesday morning. I knew Nelson had gotten his transfer because he was dancing around on Cloud 9. Massey was kind of grumpy. In D-day clothes. The big shock was that Massey got transferred to Bar-le-Duc (Nelson to Mons) and there are no replacements. Thanks a lot, President!!! So Wednesday morning I went around and took some really whipped call backs. Boy, they really didn’t have anything for investigators. Poor, real poor. (Our list is pretty well shot through of holes too, for that matter. Overtime we went out to tract we managed to pass by the Hénaux apt with a saddle bag full of clothes, food, etc from the Écoles Apt. (we shut down the apartment). At noon we went across the street to eat at the vietnamese restaurant. I didn’t know they had Jews living in Vietnam. Anyway something happened to us on the way to the Vietnamese restaurant. The curry sauce was good over the “poulet” (chicken) which turned out to be pork. Poor Massey and Nelson got off with a fart and a bang and a flurry. Rose-Marie was there with Claire and Angelico. Marie was super feisty. Wouldn’t be in group photo then was real snotty about it when I didn’t ask her why she didn’t want to photo take. Boo
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