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as far as I could tell. I mean, there was tons of Kleenex on the floor, but I'm pretty sure
that was from Mel's runny nose, and not, you know, anything else.
Hey, don't get mad at me. I'm just the messenger here. So I was like, Here's the stuff from
work, plus I made you a peach cobbler, and of course Mel totally freaked, because like any
decent gourmand, she recognizes that my peach cobbler is a gift from the gods, and she
insisted we all have some, and so John took it and dished it out, and I sort of got the
impression he knew his way around Mel's kitchen, which is saying something, because you know
she keeps her Tupperware in the oven and there's that thing she has with the beer in the
vegetable crispers. Anyway, he put these big globs of vanilla ice cream on it, which as you
know, sullies the purity of the cobbler's texture. But whatever. We all sat on the bed and ate
it, and I have to admit, even if I do say so myself, it was the best peach cobbler ever created,
in spite of the ice cream.
So I tried watching the movie for a while because Mel said stay, but I could tell even
though she said stay, he was like, When is he going to leave? in a major way, so I said I
had to get back to work, and Mel said thanks and that she was feeling better and would be
back to work on Monday, and I was all, Okay, and John walked me to the door and was
like, Nice seeing you again, good bye and practically shut it in my face. I guess I can't
blame him. I was the same way when you and I first started going out. Except I never would
have let you buy pajamas like that. Doesn't Mel own any lingerie? Well, in spite of the pajamas,
I'm telling you, the guy's got it bad. Way worse than Spender ever did.
And I suppose that, as usual, Mel has no idea, has she? Don't you think somebody ought
to tell her?
T
To: Tony Salerno
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Mel
Now who isn't picking up his phone?
I assume you're out front, dazzling the customers with your salmon tartar on endive.
Anyway, thanks for taking that stuff to Mel. So he was there again, huh? He was over
last night, too. I think you're right: he has got it bad. But then, so has she.
God, I wish they would just DO IT and get it over with. And no, I do not think either
of them need our help. No one helped us, did they? And we turned out all right.
You didn't tell Mel I skipped spinning, did you?
Nad
PS There's only one person's lingerie needs that you should be concerning yourself with,
mister, and those are mine. What Mel Fuller wears to bed is her business. And I bought
her those cow pajamas for her last birthday. I think they're cute.