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all. Although I guess it wasn't really a break-in, since the door wasn't even locked....
Anyway, it was really touching how much he seemed to care about his aunt. He asked me
to show him where I found her, and how she was lying, and if anything was missing....
It was almost as if he'd had some experience dealing with violent crime...I don't know.
Maybe there were some catfights at the Victoria's Secret shoot???!
Another odd thing: he seemed kind of surprised at how big Paco is. I mean, considering
that I know Mrs. Friedlander had Max over for dinner at least a few months ago, and
Paco's five years old, so it's not like he could have grown any. When I mentioned how
last week Paco practically wrenched my shoulder out of its socket, Max said he didn't see
how a frail old lady could walk such a big dog on a regular basis.
Isn't that funny? I guess only a nephew would think of Mrs. Friedlander as frail. She's
always seemed like a tough old bird to me. I mean, considering that last year she hiked all
over Yosemite....
Anyway, Nadine, I'm so glad you made me get in touch with him! Because he said he
didn't feel right about me walking Paco with my hurt shoulder and all, and that he was
going to move in next door, to take care of the animals and sort of keep an eye on things.
Can you believe that? A man who actually takes care of his responsibilities? I am still in
shock.
I have to go--someone's at the door. Oh, God, it's the cops! My mother called the cops! I
forgot to call her back!
Gotta go--
M
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: What he's like
Okay, the cops are gone. I explained about my mother and her obsession with the
transvestite killer. They didn't even get that mad.
Anyway, Nadine, do you want to know something else? About Max Friedlander, I mean.
If you can stand it.... From where I'm sitting, at my desk at home, I can see into his
apartment--I mean, Mrs. Friedlander's apartment. Right into the spare bedroom. Mrs.
Friedlander always kept the mini-blinds in that room down, but Max opened them right up (to
look at the city lights, I guess--we do have that nice view here on the 15th floor) and I can see
him lying on the bed, typing something on his laptop. Tweedle-dum is on the bed beside him, as is
Paco of course (no sign of Mr. Peepers, but then, he's shy).
I know it's wrong to look, but, Nadine, they look so nice and happy in there!
And I guess it doesn't hurt that Max really has very nice forearms....
Oh, God. I had better go to bed. I think I'm getting slap-happy.
Love,