Dick off early – I wrote Bill Wellborne with money. Talked about Leon. Packed Jessie’s books. Paid bills, sent pay check for “My 3 sons” ($139 out of $225!!) to Security First Nat’l. Sent commission to Leon. ($22.50 turning my net to $117!) Went to Post office + bought some groceries. Fixed Shepherds pie for lunch. Bob’s funeral at 2 o’clock. Lou Manchon called + said Dick told him [crossed out letters) I was interested in investing in the casino. That upset me but I told him I had no control over my money that it was all in trust. Lou asked us out to dinner tonight +, having stated my case, I was very pleased. He said he’d call us around 6 o’clock. The funeral was very small. The family all were behind a curtain. Odd. Jack + Joyce sat with us. Tony Carillo there looking very nice. After people filed up to view the body. I filed out instead. We (Dick + I + J + J) went to Frankie’s bar after + had several (4) drinks + played the slot machines. Then came home. Dick fixed another + I told him not to – mistake. I lay down + fell fast asleep. Woke up at 7:15. Dick gone. Lou had never called. Dick had left a note he was going to Rich Stanley’s to collect money. Note dated 6:45. I called Rich’s at 9:15. Dick gone for an hour + a half. I tried Frank’s + he was there. I told him I was going to the Fremont Hotel + that I was bored sitting around the house. I was furious. Took a cab to the Fremont. Got there at 10. Played 21. Lost but not alot. drank fresca + coffee. Dick appeared at 11:30 + said “we’ll discuss your being bored at home” + disappeared. That finished my evening. Took a cab home after looking for him every where. He came in 40 minutes after I did. Thoroughly drunk + very disagreeable. Told me I spent so much time lying down I ought (over) [continued…]
Up at 7 o’clock-grapefruit + coffee. We watched Winston Churchill’s funeral on television-incredible to think of a satellite telestar transmitting the pictures. The funeral was solemn + beautiful + very moving. A great man who was there when the world needed him most. How lucky we were. There were wonderful interviews with people who’d known him-witty + warm + indomitable. Phemy called to ask us for dinner on Thursday. Told her we’d call back-then never got her. Telegram from Jane saying she’d be in at 9:30 tonight. Peter got call from Chuck Smith to say he didn’t get the Col. Freeleigh part. Poor darling. He wanted it so badly + would have been so good. But C.S. liked his work evidently very much + wants to use him another time. Peter drove me to the Flamenco at 1:30 where George cut my hair-Then we went up to the Camera Shop which had closed 5 minutes before we got there! Next stop Mattsons for sleeve shortening of the jacket. It looked so well on him. We talked to George Spicer about the possibility of dying Peter’s hair-it would have to be dark brown. We went to Price St. + put more money in our books + banks-made new list of what we need. Peter took my clothes to cleaners. I paid rent. Both of us tired + hungry. Came to Burlington-Peter fixed tuna sandwiches + I lay down + re read “The man who never was.” Fell asleep Wakened + called Mary-brief chat. Timmy-no answer. Margery + Estelle-Phemy no answer. We left for the airport at 9 o’clock. Went on the new Santa Monica freeway + got there in a little under half an hour. Janie just coming in. She has to go back on Friday-she may have to have her thyroid removed removed but as she said anything seems minor after the fear of cancer. She’s stopped smoking. Jigg’s was so pleased to see her it was heartbreaking. She went up + changed + then came down + played cards + drank-good evening. Also she brought us a standing liberty (1927) quarter. Whee-she didn’t see Mary Parker upstairs-although she’s there. God knows I haven’t seen her since I’ve been back. Hmm. Janie went up about 3 am + Peter + I played poker + had coffee until almost 4 o’clock-am unwinding slowly.