By the pricking of my thumbs

Dearest Arthur,

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.  I know some grrls who could tell you about that.  Witches.  You know when Macbeth says to the witches "How now you secret, black, and midnight hags!  What is't you do?"  And they are all like, "A deed without a name."  I think that is hilarious.

a big kiss,

Jenny