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To: Stacy Trent
From: John Trent
Subject: Things aren't going
too well right now, in answer to your question. Mel found out about the whole posing as
Max Friedlander thing before I had the chance to tell her myself, and let's just say she's
not too happy about it. In fact, she isn't speaking to me. I could really use some advice
right now, but no one is answering the phone at your place. Oh, well. I guess I just have
to do what I should have done in the first place: tell her the truth. Here goes.
John
To: Mel Fuller
From: jerrylives@freemail.com
Subject: The truth
All right. You won't answer the door. You won't pick up the phone. I KNOW you're
there. If this is the only way I'm going to be able to get through to you, then so be it.
Mel, I screwed up. Okay? I really, really screwed up, and I know it. I should have just
told you the truth from the beginning, but I didn't. I can't tell you how many times I
almost did just that--told you the truth, I mean. A thousand times. A million.
But every time I started to, I knew--I just knew--you were going to react this way, and I
didn't want to spoil what we have together, because, Mel, what we have is so great. Are
you really going to throw it away because I made one stupid--okay, massively idiotic-mistake?
It isn't as if I purposefully set out with the intention of deceiving you. Well, that's not
exactly true. I did, but when I did it, it wasn't as if I knew you. I mean, I get this call
from Max, and all he wants is this one thing--to trick his aunt's neighbors into thinking
he was taking care of her business while she was in the hospital--and I thought why not?
I did owe the guy. I figured it was a virtually painless way to pay him back for a favor he
did me a long time ago. You don't know Max Friedlander--the real Max Friedlander--but believe
me, he's not somebody you want holding something over your head--like a favor you owe him-because
he's likely to call you on it when you least expect it, and generally in a not very pleasant
manner. How was I supposed to know that while pretending to be Max Friedlander, I was going to
meet the girl of my dreams? I know I should have told you from the start, but I didn't, and then
before I knew it, I was in love with you, and I couldn't tell you, because I didn't want to lose
you. I swear I was going to tell you this weekend. Mel, this is ridiculous.
I know what I did was wrong, but I never meant it to hurt you. I mean, you *must* know that.
You know * me*, regardless of what my name is. So you must know I would never purposefully
hurt you. Now open your door and let me in so I can apologize in person. Mel, I promise I can
make this all right again, if you'd just let me.
John