The Boy Next Door - Weebly
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Trent--just two slices of bread with nothing in the middle (on account of you not showing<br />
up to the "interviews"). Why don't you come out here to visit with Stace and the girls?<br />
We'd love to have you, and you haven't met your namesake yet. What do you say?<br />
J<br />
To: Jason Trent <br />
From: John Trent <br />
Subject: Thanks for the offer<br />
Mim made a similar one. But I prefer to stay here and fester in my own self-made hell.<br />
I can't say it hasn't been interesting. I can't even go down to the corner deli to buy milk<br />
without the guy behind the counter offering to introduce me to his daughter. Much as I<br />
try to claim the story about my search for a bride isn't true, people just don't seem to<br />
want to believe it. <strong>The</strong>y like the idea of a guy being rich enough to have anything in the<br />
world except the one thing he really wants...the love of a good woman. Of course, whenever<br />
I attempt to explain that I had that, too, but that I managed to louse it up, people *really*<br />
don't want to hear it. It's like they can't comprehend the fact that rich does not equal happy.<br />
It hasn't been too bad, really. I've been getting a lot of work done on my novel. It's funny,<br />
though. I actually miss that stupid dog. <strong>The</strong> cats, too. I've been thinking about getting one. A<br />
dog, I mean. Or maybe a cat. I don't know. I don't seem to be fit to associate with humans. Not<br />
that I don't keep on trying, though. I've been sending Mel flowers every day--even the day<br />
after the column appeared. But do I hear squat from her? Not a word.<br />
I imagine the sidewalk outside the office of the New York Journal is littered with all the<br />
floral arrangements of mine that she's heaved out the window.<br />
Got to go. My Chinese food--for one--is here.<br />
John<br />
To: Mel Fuller <br />
From: John Trent <br />
Subject: You got me.<br />
All right? Are you satisfied? That column caused me untold embarrassment. <strong>The</strong>y still<br />
won't let me come to work. My family is barely speaking to me. I haven't heard from<br />
Max, but I assume he's been duly chastened, as well. Can we be friends again?<br />
John