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Friend Tim: Likewise, I'm sure.
Our Miss Mel: Listen, I'm glad I ran into you. She then proceeds to throw all known
dating protocol to the wind by saying: All my friends want to check you out, so do you
think you could show up tomorrow night at Fresche on 10th Street around nine o'clock?
Just a bunch of people from the paper, don't be alarmed.
I know! I was horrified as well! I mean, what could she have been thinking ? You simply
do not go around admitting things like that to prospective inamoratos. What happened to
subtlety? What happened to feminine wiles? To boldly blurt the truth like that...well, I'll
tell you: I was appalled. It just goes to show, you can take the girl out of the Midwest,
but you can't take the Midwest out of the girl. Mr. Friedlander, I could tell, was every bit
as shocked as I was. He went almost as white as he'd been red a minute before.
Max Friedlander: Um. Okay.
Our Miss Mel: Great. See you then.
Max Friedlander: Sure thing.
Exit our Miss Mel. Exit Friend Tim. When I glanced over my shoulder, Max Friedlander
had disappeared--a remarkable feat, considering that there was nowhere on that side of the
hole for him to go except into the Chronicle building. But he can't have gone in there.
His soul would have been ripped instantly from his body while demons sucked out his life force.
Anyway, that's all. I fully expect to see you at Fresche tonight at nine. And don't be late.
What's the appropriate cocktail to order for something like this? I know! Let's consult
Dolly. She always knows just the right drink to go with the occasion. Ta for now.
Tim
To: Dolly Vargas ; George Sanchez
; Stella Markowitz
; Jimmy Chu ;
Alvin Webb ; Elizabeth Strang
; Angie So
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Mel
All right, you guys. You've heard the hype. Now let's see if he lives up to it. The place is
Fresche. The time is nine o'clock. Be there, or tomorrow at the water cooler you won't
know what the rest of us are talking about.
Nadine