My hands were blistered and peeling, a new white spot would appear, puff out then burst and peel. I show them to some one. "Want to play class with Naomi?" Someone has put out the light to make the bed in the dark. Much trouble in finding lights. They are peculiar lights, lit with a wire. We decide to play Chinese checkers. Several beds are being made up in the room. Somebody brings refreshments. I decline and she says. "We'll being the desert." On the tray is crisp fried must. I take some but Naomi says, "That is for father." (Uncle Ed.) I keep some any way.