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To: Max Friedlander
From: John Trent
Subject: SOS
Let me see if I've got this straight:
Your aunt was the victim of a brutal assault, and you don't even care enough to postpone
your vacation? That is cold, Friedlander. Really cold.
Essentially, what you want me to do is commit fraud--a crime punishable by five to ten
years in a state penitentiary--by impersonating you. Is that it?
I think I'd rather be married to the showgirl.
John
To: John Trent
From: Max Friedlander
Subject: SOS
You crime reporters are all alike. Listen to me, Trent. I'm only going to say this once:
It's not fraud if you have my permission to impersonate me.
Why do you have to make it sound so underhanded? I told you, Helen's in a coma. She's
never even going to know about it. If she croaks, you tell me, I come back to arrange the
funeral. If she comes out of it, you tell me, I come back to help her convalesce.
But as long as she's unconscious, she's never going to know the difference. So why
postpone anything? Besides, we're talking Vivica here.
You see how easy things can be if you don't overanalyze them? You were always like
this. I remember those multiple choice tests we'd get in Bio, you were always, It can't
be A--that's too obvious. They must be trying to trick us, and so you'd choose D, when
the answer was CLEARLY A.
As long as Auntie Helen--and her lawyers--don't know any better, why not let me enjoy
my well-earned little vacation? Placate this neighbor of hers. That's all I'm asking. Just
take over the dog-walking duties a few nights a week.
I think it's a very small price to pay, considering that I kept you from making the worst
mistake of your entire life. You think old Mimsy would still be inviting you up to those
soirees on the Vineyard if you had a Vegas showgirl for a wife?
I think not. I think you owe your buddy Maxie, but good.
Max