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To: Mel Fuller From: Max Friedlander Subject: My Aunt Dear Ms. Fuller, I am shocked. Deeply shocked and appalled to hear what has happened to my aunt Helen. She is, as I'm sure you know, my only living relative. I cannot thank you enough for the efforts you've gone to in order to contact me and let me know about this tragedy. Although I am currently on assignment in Africa--perhaps you've heard of the drought here in Ethiopia? I am doing a photo shoot for the Save the Children Fund--I will begin making preparations to return to New York at once. If my aunt should wake before I get there, please assure her that I am on my way. And thank you again, Ms. Fuller. Everything they say about cold and unfeeling New Yorkers is obviously untrue in your case. God bless you. Sincerely, Maxwell Friedlander To: John Trent From: Max Friedlander Subject: SOS Dude. I'm in trouble. You've got to help me out. I'm serious. You don't know what's at stake here: I have a chance for an extended vacation with Vivica. Yeah, you read that right. Vivica. The supermodel. The one who just dumped Trump. The one in those ads for that new bra with the water pump. The one on the SI cover. Yeah. THAT one. But it's not going to work out, buddy, if you don't do me a little favor. Just one little favor. That's all I'm asking. And I know I don't have to remind you about that time I saved your you-know-what in Vegas. Remember? Spring Break, our senior year? I've never seen anybody drink as many pitchers of margaritas as you did that night. I'm telling you, man, you'd be paying alimony right now if it weren't for me. I SAVED you. And you swore to me the next day (by the pool, remember?) that if there was ever anything you could do for me, you'd do it. Well, today's the day. I'm calling it in. The Favor. Crap, they're making me put away my electronic devices for take-off. Write back, man. I gotta know if you can do this for me, or else I'm dead meat. Max
To: Jason Trent From: John Trent Subject: Max Friedlander I knew it was coming. I knew it was coming, and just now, it arrived: A dispatch from Max Friedlander, demanding payback for a favor he did me our senior year in college. My God, that was ten years ago. The man has a mind like a sieve. He can't remember his own Social Security number, but this favor I owe him, he remembers. What did I ever do to deserve this? You remember Max, don't you, Jase? He was my roommate senior year, the one I got my first apartment with when I moved to the city after college. That dive in Hell's Kitchen, where the guy got stabbed in the back the first night we were there--remember? It was in the papers the next day...I think that's what led to my deciding to become a crime reporter, as a matter of fact. Remember how Mim offered to get me out of the lease so I could move in with her and live, to quote Mim, like a human being? God, after two months of living with Max, I almost took her up on it. It's like the guy still thought we were in college--half of Manhattan used to show up in our living room for Monday night football every week. No hard feelings when I moved out, though. He still calls me every few months to catch up. And now this. God only knows what Max wants me to do for him. Rescue a raftful of refugee Cuban ballerinas, I suppose. Or house the Australian rugby team. Or loan him the $50,000 he owes to the Russian mob. I am seriously considering leaving the country, Jase. Do you think Mim would let me have the Lear for the weekend? John To: John Trent From: Jason Trent Subject: Max Friedlander I hesitate to ask, of course, but as your big brother, I feel I have a right to know: What, precisely, did Max Friedlander do for you that left you owing him this enormous debt? Jason PS Stacy says when are you coming to visit? The kids have been asking about you. Brittany's riding post, and Haley won best jumper at last week's exhibit.
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To: Jason Trent <br />
From: John Trent <br />
Subject: Max Friedlander<br />
I knew it was coming. I knew it was coming, and just now, it arrived: A dispatch from<br />
Max Friedlander, demanding payback for a favor he did me our senior year in college.<br />
My God, that was ten years ago. <strong>The</strong> man has a mind like a sieve. He can't remember his<br />
own Social Security number, but this favor I owe him, he remembers. What did I ever do<br />
to deserve this?<br />
You remember Max, don't you, Jase? He was my roommate senior year, the one I got my<br />
first apartment with when I moved to the city after college. That dive in Hell's Kitchen,<br />
where the guy got stabbed in the back the first night we were there--remember? It was in<br />
the papers the next day...I think that's what led to my deciding to become a crime<br />
reporter, as a matter of fact.<br />
Remember how Mim offered to get me out of the lease so I could move in with her and<br />
live, to quote Mim, like a human being? God, after two months of living with Max, I<br />
almost took her up on it. It's like the guy still thought we were in college--half of<br />
Manhattan used to show up in our living room for Monday night football every week.<br />
No hard feelings when I moved out, though. He still calls me every few months to catch<br />
up. And now this.<br />
God only knows what Max wants me to do for him. Rescue a raftful of refugee Cuban<br />
ballerinas, I suppose. Or house the Australian rugby team. Or loan him the $50,000 he<br />
owes to the Russian mob. I am seriously considering leaving the country, Jase. Do you think<br />
Mim would let me have the Lear for the weekend?<br />
John<br />
To: John Trent <br />
From: Jason Trent <br />
Subject: Max Friedlander<br />
I hesitate to ask, of course, but as your big brother, I feel I have a right to know:<br />
What, precisely, did Max Friedlander do for you that left you owing him this enormous<br />
debt?<br />
Jason<br />
PS Stacy says when are you coming to visit? <strong>The</strong> kids have been asking about you.<br />
Brittany's riding post, and Haley won best jumper at last week's exhibit.
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