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From: Max Friedlander
Subject: SOS
LENORE!
IT'S ME AGAIN. VIVICA. THANKS FOR THE WALLET. I GOT IT. I DECIDED NOT
TO LEAVE RIGHT AWAY. I WANTED TO GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE, YOU KNOW. I
THOUGHT MAYBE HE WOULD APOLOGIZE. BECAUSE I KNOW HE IS REALLY VERY DEEPLY
IN LOVE WITH ME. BUT HE TOTALLY DIDN'T! APOLOGIZE, I MEAN. IN FACT, IF
ANYTHING, NOW HE HAS GOTTEN MEANER. YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT HE SAID
LAST NIGHT.
HE SAID HE DOES NOT WANT TO MARRY ME, AND THAT HE NEVER DID. HE SAYS HE
DOES NOT WANT TO HAVE BABIES WITH ME, OR EVEN SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME!!!
LENORE, WHAT SHOULD I DO? I JUST KEEP CRYING AND CRYING. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE
WOULD DO THIS TO ME. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE WOULD SPEND THREE MONTHS WITH ME
IN KEY WEST, AND THEN TURN AROUND AND SAY HE DOESN'T WANT TO SPEND THE
REST OF HIS LIFE WITH ME. I HAVE NEVER FELT SO USED.
LENORE, YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME. I KNOW YOU HAVE HAD LOTS OF
EXPERIENCE WITH MEN. AFTER ALL, YOU ARE SO OLD--ALMOST 30. YOU
MUST KNOW OF SOME WAY I CAN GET HIM TO LOVE ME. PLEASE HELP.
VIV
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: I don't know about you
but I had a fabulous time last night. Didn't you have fun? I mean, everything was so
perfect: the squid ink pasta was delicious, and the boys seemed to get along so well-didn't
you think they got along? Tony and John, I mean. Not that I know anything about
college basketball, but that discussion they had about it seemed pretty lively.
Don't you see how wrong you were about him now? About John, I mean. I haven't
exactly brought up the iced nipple thing with him, but don't you think that's just what
readers of the SI swimsuit edition expect? I mean, it seems like that's just part of his job.
All I'm saying is, we should definitely do it again, and soon. But not this weekend,
because this is the weekend we're spending at that ski cabin John's friend is loaning him.
And, I don't want to jinx anything, but last night I offered to feed Tweedle Dum and
Mr. Peepers while John was walking Paco, and I just happened to spot a Tiffany's bag
peeking out from John's overnight bag. You know, the one he's taking for the weekend.
That's right. A Tiffany's bag. I know. I know. I am not getting excited. It could be
anything. It could be the bag he carries his socks in when he travels. Who knows?
But what if it's...you know. It could be. It really could be. That's all I'm going to say.
Mel