My dear brother,
Something has happened to
Ma. Ma hurt her leg getting out of the train.
Pa says the
doctor1 said it was definitely a fracture.
And close to the pelvis, in the head of the femur.
I was there when it was set, which went relatively well, so that I almost dare think that it’s more probably a dislocation.
The
doctor assures us that there’s no particular danger, but that given
Ma’s age
2 it will take a long time.
I wanted to tell you right away how it was, believing that you would prefer it.
But I give you my word that it’s no worse than I say. For the time being I’ll write to you every day. I’m writing to your rue de Laval address by the same post so that you’ll know as soon as possible, whether you’re at home or you’re in the office.
I’ll write again tomorrow once the
doctor has been. It’s a real disaster.
I was painting at a peasant’s, and was sent for.
Ma is resting quietly now. Adieu, old chap, with a handshake.
Yours truly,
Vincent
