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PPS No go on the Lear. Julia's using it.
To: Jason Trent
From: John Trent
Subject: Max Friedlander
Her name was Heidi. She was a showgirl. She had feathers in her hair, and a dress cut
down there. Okay, not really. But her name was Heidi, and she was a showgirl. And apparently, I
was determined to make her the first Mrs. John Trent.
You wouldn't understand, of course, having never done anything even slightly
disreputable in all of your thirty-five years, but try, Jason, to put yourself in my shoes:
It was Spring Break. I was twenty-two. I was in love. I'd had way too many margaritas.
Max dragged me out of the Wedding Chapel, sent Heidi home, took away my keys so I
couldn't follow her, sobered me up, and put me to bed. I still think of her sometimes.
She had red hair, and slightly bucked teeth. She was adorable. But not worth THIS.
John
PS Congratulate Haley and Brittany for me. Are you going out to the Vineyard this weekend?
I could meet you all there. Depending on whatever this favor of Max's turns out to be.
To: John Trent
From: Jason Trent
Subject: Max Friedlander
Ah. It is all become clear now. I know how you are when it comes to redheads.
And just what is THIS?
Jason
PS No, we're going to the place in the Hamptons. You're welcome to join us.