New York
January 8, 1932
Mamacita linda,
I received a letter from Kitty today. She says I shouldn’t be so lazy and that I should write you more often. You won’t believe it, but there are weeks when I don’t have a minute free to even scratch myself, morning, afternoon, and night. There are always people pestering me with invitations. At night I just fall on my bed exhausted from so much going from here to there. And this week, after the opening of the exhibition, has been one of the worst. Everybody wants to invite Diego to parties and teas and dinners. And when he can’t go himself because he’s working…