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To: Mel Fuller
From: jerrylives@freemail.com
Subject: I know
you're home, I can see that your bedroom light is on. So why won't you answer the
door? Or your phone? Mel, I know something is wrong, and I think I know what it is,
but unless you talk to me, how can I make it right? Because I can, I can make it right,
if you would just give me the chance. Please, please, please open the door.
John
To: Tony Salerno
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Well, it happened
Just like I knew it would. I KNEW this guy was too good to be true. And that whole
John thing. I told you it was weird to have a nickname like John, didn't I?
Well, I was right. I'm not happy that I was right, but I was right. His nickname isn't
John. That's his REAL name. That's all we know so far, except for the fact that we
know what his name ISN'T: It ISN'T Max Friedlander. Apparently, the real Max
Friedlander paid this guy to POSE as him or something, so that he (the real Max) could
hang out in Key West with Vivica, the supermodel, instead of flying back to New York to
walk his aunt's dog. Poor Mel. Poor, poor Mel. Why did I have to be right? I'd pay money
not to have been right. I'd give up my new size twelve figure to have been wrong. Seriously.
Nad :-(
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Tony Salerno
Subject: Let me see
if I have this straight:
This guy Mel's been seeing was just pretending to be Max Friedlander--a guy who you
never liked, because you'd heard bad things about him--and now all of a sudden it turns
out he's NOT Max Friedlander. Only instead of being relieved, because he isn't the dog
you originally thought him, you're mad because he lied. I don't get you women. I really don't. I
mean, I'll admit the guy exercised some poor judgment, but at least he never put ice on anyone's
nipples.