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I just spoke with John. He is so down, I could hardly believe it. We've got to do something about
it, you and I. Jason won't help, of course. He thinks we should stay out of it.
But I'm telling you, John is just going to spend the rest of his life alone and unhappy unless
we take charge of this thing. You know men can't be left to their own devices where romance is
concerned. They just foul everything up. What do you say? Are you with me?
Stace
To: Stacy Trent
From: Genevieve Randolph Trent
Subject: John
Dearest Stacy,
Loathe as I am to admit that one of my two favorite grandsons is an incompetent ass
when it comes to personal relationships, I cannot help but feel that you are right. John
desperately needs our help. What do you suggest that we do? Please telephone me tonight so
that we can discuss our options. I will be home between six and eight o'clock.
Mim
PS Who is this poor Barney, and why do you hate him so?
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: The weirdest thing
just happened. I was sitting at my computer playing an innocent game of Tetris--I've
gotten really good since being suspended--when I noticed something going on next door-you
know, in Mrs. Friedlander's apartment. Through the window into her guest room--you know,
the one John used to sleep in, and where I used to see him getting undressed every night...but
let's not get into that--I saw Max Friedlander jumping up and down and waving his arms, and
screaming at someone. When I got out my binoculars (don't worry, I turned the lights out first)
I saw he was yelling at one of his aunt's cats. Tweedle Dum, to be exact.
This seemed excessively strange to me, so I put down the binoculars and went out into
the hall and banged on the door. My excuse was that I could hear him screaming through
the wall, which wasn't true of course, but he didn't know that. He answered the door looking
all sweaty and upset. What Vivica sees in this guy I cannot imagine. He is so completely not