The Boy Next Door - Weebly

you for looking out for me when I was feeling so rotten? Let me know when you're
free...Mrs. Trent, I know, should get first dibs on your time, seeing as how if you married
her, you could pay off all your credit cards right away, and not ever have to worry about
maxing them out again. Just a suggestion.
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: jerrylives@freemail.com
Subject: Dinner
No, it wasn't just you. The other night was totally weird. Well, except for you, I mean.
You're never weird. I just meant the circumstances. I've known Genevieve Trent for a long time.
My whole life, actually. But I don't believe there's any possibility of anything romantic
developing between the two of us, in spite of the fact that it might offer a solution to my credit
card problems.
She really enjoyed meeting you, by the way. And the piece you wrote about the benefit was very
touching.
I imagine every charity in town must be calling, inviting you to come write about them next, you
do it so eloquently. As for dinner, I would be delighted. Only I wish you'd let me take you out. I
still owe you, remember, for saving Aunt Helen? So how about tomorrow night? If you're feeling
up to it, I mean.
I'll make reservations--it'll be a surprise.
But I guarantee we're not going to Fresche.
John
To: jerrylives@freemail.com
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Dinner
All right, if you insist. But you really don't have to.
You know, if you would just let me cook, then you could save your money and actually
pay off your credit cards. It's a novel thought, I know, but it is what normal people do.
But I guess it's pretty clear neither of us are all that normal. I mean, normal people aren't
really obsessed with hurricanes and sinkholes, are they?
So I guess the whole normal thing is ruled out, as far as we're concerned.
Oh, well. Just promise me you won't spend a lot. I'm not really a champagne kind of girl.
Beer suits me just fine.
Mel