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for lunch or something one of these days? I'd be more than willing to forego spinning class....
Don't hate me.
Nadine
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: You are such
a mother hen. But yes, if you insist, I suppose I could arrange for the two of you to bump in
to one another somehow. God, the things we do for our friends.
Mel
To: John Trent
From: Genevieve Randolph Trent
Subject: Your recent behavior
Dear John,
This is your grandmother speaking. Or should I say writing. I suppose you will be
surprised to hear from me in this manner. I have chosen this venue, the E Mail, with
which to correspond to you, because you have not returned a single one of my telephone
calls, and your brother Jason assures me that while you may not check your answering
machine, you actually do occasionally answer E Mail messages.
Therefore, to business:
I can forgive the fact that you have chosen to throw caution to the wind and embark on
your own career in a field that, frankly, no respectable Trent--or Randolph, either, for
that matter--would ever consider. You have proven to me that not all news reporters are
parasitic vermin. And I can forgive the fact that you chose to move out of the building and
live on your own, first in that hellhole on 37th with that hairy lunatic, and then where you
currently reside, in Brooklyn, which I'm told is the most charming of the five boroughs, aside
from the occasional race riot and collapsing supermarket.
And I can even forgive you for choosing not to touch any of the money that has been held
in trust for you since your grandfather's death. A man should make his own way in the
world, if at all possible, and not depend upon his family for his means. I applaud your
effort to do just that. It is far more than any of my other grandchildren have done. Look at
your cousin Dickie. I'm certain if that boy had a vocation like you do, John, he would not
spend half so much time putting things up his nose that have no business being there.