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He'll have to stay in Robbie's old room. I'll start moving my sewing things out of it.
I'm happy to hear about your neighbor, anyway. Why, it sounds like something out of
Touched by an Angel, or that new show, what is it called? Miraculous Cures, or
something. I'm glad to hear that she has woken from her coma and is doing so well, and
will be out of the hospital in time for the holidays, though why her nephew should have
tried to kill her....I'm telling you, Melissa, I just don't like you living in that city.
It's too dangerous! Murderous nephews and serial killers who wear dresses and men who tell
you one name when it turns out their name is something else entirely....
Just think, if you moved back here, you could have a mortgage on a three bedroom house
for what you're paying in rent for that little bitty apartment. And you know your old
boyfriend, Tommy Meadows, is a real estate agent now. I'm sure he could get you a very
nice deal. But I guess if you're happy, that's all that matters.
Daddy and I can't wait to see you. Are you sure you don't want us to pick you up at the
airport? It seems a waste for you and this John person to rent a car just to drive from the
airport out to Lansing.... But I suppose you both know best.
Call before your flight leaves, at least, so we'll know when to expect you. And
remember, don't drink on the flight: you'll want to have all your wits about you
in case the plane starts to go down, and you need to make an emergency exit.
Love,
Mommy
To: John Trent ;
Mel Fuller
From: Genevieve Randolph Trent
Subject: Sunday dinner
Your presence is requested at dinner this Sunday at my home at 366 Park Avenue.
Kindly be there promptly at seven for cocktails. Dress will be informal. Jason, Stacy, the
twins, and the newest addition to the family will also be in attendance.
And might I add that I am very pleased to be issuing this invitation to you, Miss Fuller. I
have a feeling that in the future, we will be enjoying a great many more Sunday dinners
together.
Stacy has suggested that, now that you've gotten a taste for writing together, you two will
want to start a newspaper of your own. I must say I find such an idea markedly distasteful.
There are far too many newspapers in this town already, in my opinion.
But then, I'm just an old woman. What do I know?
Looking forward to seeing you,
Mim