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Tim
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: George Sanchez
Subject: Fuller
Where the hell is Fuller? I thought we'd gotten past all this when that damned Friedlander
guy moved in next door to her. Wasn't he going to start walking that dog?
So where is she? I swear to God, Wilcock, you can tell her from me that if that story on
the new Paloma Picasso watch with the interchangeable bands isn’t on my desk by five, she's
out of a job. I don't know what you people think I'm running here, but it happens to be called
a NEWSPAPER, in case you've forgotten.
George
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Snap out of it
A little while ago, you were happier than I'd ever seen you. Now you're plunged into
despair just because I happened to mention the L word? Well, I could bite my tongue off.
Don't worry about it, Mel. The guy is obviously crazy about you. I mean, especially if
he was willing to spend twenty-four hours in bed with you. I mean, my God, Tony's never
done that. Then again, I'm always making him get up and cook for me.
Don't worry, he'll call.
Nadine
To:Mel Fuller
From: Dolly Vargas
Subject: I hope you don't think I'm butting in
on your personal business, but I do feel that you should meet me in the Ladies in about
five minutes. I've got just the thing for that nasty case of beard-burn you seem to have
acquired all over the lower half of your face since I last saw you.
Seriously, darling, it looks as if you were licked on the chin by the one hundred and one
Dalmatians. I can't believe you didn't at least try a little foundation.
Not to worry. A little Clinique, and you'll be on your way.
And while I'm applying it, you'll tell me all about it, won't you?