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To: Mel Fuller
From: Genevieve Randolph Trent
Subject: My grandson
Dear Miss Fuller,
We have never been formally introduced, but we have met, most recently at a benefit at
Lincoln Center. I believe you will remember me: I was the elderly woman sitting beside
John Trent, whom you believed at the time was Max Friedlander. The two of you spoke for
some time. I, of course, was not permitted to say very much, as my grandson did not wish
you to discover the truth of his identity, for reasons which I believe are clear to you now.
I cannot apologize for my grandson's behavior...that is something he must do for himself.
I trust that he has done so. It is my understanding that you have chosen not to accept his
apologies, and that, of course, is your prerogative. But before you dismiss my grandson
completely from your life, Miss Fuller, I would ask that you consider the following:
John loves you. I understand that after the way he's treated you, you might find this hard
to believe. But I ask that you believe it. I would very much like an opportunity to convince
you of the truth of this in person. Would it be possible, or am I asking too much, for us to
meet? I would so love to have a chance to speak to you, woman to woman. Do let me know.
Genevieve Randolph Trent
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: John
Oh my God, now he's got his grandmother writing to me, begging me to forgive him.
I'm not kidding. How pathetic. Like anything *she* says is going to make a difference.
She's related to him! Besides, she was probably forced to write all that. They probably
threatened her. They probably said write this letter, or we'll put you in a home, Grandma.
I so wouldn't put it past them. They could do it, too, and she would be helpless to stop them.
Everyone knows those Trents have every single member of the judiciary system, all the way up
and down the eastern seaboard, in their pockets. I am so lucky I escaped all that. It could
have ended up being just like that Sally Field movie where she has to escape with her daughter.
Only instead of fleeing Iraq or wherever that movie was set, I'd be fleeing East Hampton.
Really. Think about it.
Mel