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had been struck. From behind, George. Some creep whacked that old lady on the back of the
head!
Can you believe it? Who would do that to an eighty-year-old woman? I don't know what this city
is coming to, George, when little old ladies aren't even safe in their apartments. But I'm
telling you, there's a story here--and I think I should be the one who writes it.
Whadduya say, George?
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: George Sanchez
Subject: There's a story here
The only story here is the one I haven't heard. And that would be the story of why, just
because your neighbor got whacked on the head, you couldn't come into the office, or
even call anyone to let them know where they were.
Now that is a story I'd really enjoy hearing.
G
To: George Sanchez
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Where I was
George, you are so cold-hearted. I found my neighbor facedown in her living room, the
victim of a brutal attack, and you think all I should have been concerned about was calling
my employer to explain why I was going to be late?
Well, I'm sorry, George, but the thought never even crossed my mind. I mean,
Mrs. Friedlander is my friend! I wanted to go with her in the ambulance, but there was the
little problem of Paco. Or should I say the big problem of Paco. Paco is Mrs. Friedlander's
Great Dane, George. He weighs a hundred and twenty-nine pounds, George, which is more than
me.
And he needed to go out. Badly. So after I took him out, I fed him and watered him and did the
same to Tweedle-Dum and Mr. Peepers, her Siamese cats (Tweedle-Dee sadly expired last year).
While I was doing this, the cops were checking her door for signs of forced entry. But there
were none, George.
Do you know what this means? It means she probably knew her attacker, George. She
probably let him in of her own volition! Even more bizarrely, there were two hundred and
seventy-six dollars in cash in her purse that had been left untouched. Ditto her jewelry,
George. This was no robbery. George, why don't you believe there's a story here? Something
is wrong. Very wrong. When I finally did get to the hospital, I was informed that
Mrs. Friedlander was in surgery. Doctors were frantically trying to relieve the pressure on