The Boy Next Door - Weebly

I would be honored to go to lunch with you anytime you want. You just let me know
what day is good for you.
Mel
PS I will definitely try to work the snoring thing into my next column.
To: John Trent
From: Stacy Trent
Subject: Why is it that
I leave you alone for a couple of days while I have a baby, and the next thing I know
a) you've split up with your girlfriend, who I thought you were going to marry
b) you've moved back to your old place in Brooklyn, and
c) you're suddenly the most sought after bachelor in all of North America?
How on earth did you manage to make such a mess out of everything? And what can I
do to help put the pieces back together?
Stace
PS The girls are brokenhearted. They were counting on being flower girls.
PPS Thanks for the bracelet. And the baseball rattle is precious.
To: Stacy Trent
From: John Trent
Subject: I blew it
And I'm man enough to admit it.
I don't think there's anything anyone can do to put the pieces together again. She won't
even speak to me. I've tried everything, from flowers to begging. Nothing has worked.
She's furious. It's over. And I can't help thinking it's probably all for the best. I mean,
I'll admit what I did was wrong, but it wasn't as if I set out from the beginning with the
intention of tricking her. Well, okay, I did, but it wasn't as if when I did, I had any idea
I was going to fall in love with her. The fact is, I was trying to help a friend. Admittedly,
he's an idiot, but I did owe him one. If she can't understand that, then it's probably better
that we part ways. I can't spend my life with someone who doesn't understand that friends
have to do things for one another that may not be pleasant or even ethical, but that are
necessary, in order to preserve the friendsh--Oh, forget it. I don't even know what I'm saying.
I'm delirious with grief and heartbreak. I wish someone would just shoot me and put me out of