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something else to do. Something very important.
Which reminds me: Vickie Arbuthnot better not be holding her breath waiting for me,
Mim. I've actually met someone. And no, it isn't anyone you know, unless you are familiar
with the Fullers of Lansing, Illinois. Which I sincerely hope you are not.
I know. I know. After the Heather debacle, you'd given up on me for good. Well, it takes
a lot more to keep a man like me down than finding out a girl I hadn't proposed to yet had
already registered at Bloomingdales as the future Mrs. John Trent (and for $1000 sheets, no
less).
But before you start clamoring to meet her, allow me to work out a few slight...kinks. No
romantic relationship in New York City is ever simple, but this one is even more
complicated than most. I am confident, however, that I can work it out. I have to work it out.
I just don't have the slightest idea how I'm going to manage it.
Anyway, with many loving apologies, I hope you'll still consider me sincerely
Your John
PS To make it up to you, I'll be at the Lincoln Center Benefit to Raise Cancer Awareness
next week, since I know you're its biggest supporter. I'll even crack into the old trust
fund and write a check with a guaranteed four zeroes. Will that help soothe your ruffled
feathers?
To: Mel Fuller < melissa.fuller@thenyjournal
From: Don and Beverly Fuller
Subject: Look Out!
Hi, honey, it's Mommy again, writing you on the email. I hope you are being careful
because I saw last night on Tom Brokaw that another one of those awful sinkholes have
opened up in Manhattan. This one is right in front of a newspaper, no less!
Don't worry, though, it is that newspaper you hate, the snooty one. Still, think about it,
sweetie, that could have been you sitting in that taxi that fell into that twenty foot deep
hole! Except I know you never take taxis because you spend all your money on clothes.
But that poor lady! Why, it took three firemen to pull her out (you are so tiny, it would
only take one fireman to pull you out of any sinkhole, I would think).
Anyway, I just wanted to say BE CAREFUL! Be sure to look down everywhere you go-
-but look up, too, since I heard people's air conditioners sometimes go flying out of their
windows if they are not fastened securely, and can go crashing down onto the pedestrians
below. That city is so fraught with peril. Why can't you come home and work for the Duane
County Register? I saw Mabel Flemming the other day at the Buy and Bag and she said
she'd absolutely hire you as their Arts and Entertainment writer.
Think about it, would you? There's nothing the least bit dangerous in Lansing--no
sinkholes or falling air conditioners or transvestite killers. Just that man who shot up all
the customers at the feed store that time, but that was years ago.
Love,
Mommy