The Boy Next Door - Weebly

From: Mel Fuller
Subject: I can't
You know I can't go. How am I supposed to go all the way out to Long Island when I
have Paco to think of? You know he has to go out every four to five hours. I am wearing
out my Steve Madden's as it is running back and forth between the office and my
apartment building, trying to get there in time to take him out. There's no way I can go all
the way out to Long Island. The poor thing might explode.
Mel
PS Vivica--you know, the supermodel, and Donald Trump's latest arm candy--has
dumped him! Seriously! She's dumped the Donald! He is said to be devastated, and she's
gone into hiding. Poor things. I really thought that one was going to work out.
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Paco
Okay, this is ridiculous. Mel, you cannot put your life on hold just because your next
door neighbor happens to be in a coma. Seriously. There must be someone in the
woman's family who can look after that stupid dog. Why do YOU have to do it?
You've done enough, for God's sake. I mean, you probably saved her life. Let someone
else handle Paco and his digestive schedule. I mean it. I am not getting into that pool
on my own. If you don't find this woman's next of kin, I will.
Nad :(
PS Excuse me, I understand your concern for Winona, but the Donald? And Vivica, the
Victoria's Secret water-bra girl? They'll be fine. Trust me.
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Paco
It's easy for you to say let someone else handle Paco. My question would be WHO?
Mrs. Friedlander's only living relative is her nephew Max, and not even the cops have
been able to find him to tell him what happened to her. I know he lives somewhere in the
city, but his phone number's unlisted. Apparently, he's some up-and-coming
photographer with pictures in the Whitney, or something. At least, according to his aunt.
And quite popular with the ladies....ergo, the unlisted number, I assume so the ladies
husbands can't track him down. And of course, his aunt doesn't have his number written down