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Subject: Miss Fuller
Dearest John,
Well, well, well. A gossip columnist, no less. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. I was
thinking at worst she'd turn out to be a grad student. You know, one of those horrid
long-haired girls you see sometimes in Central Park, reading Proust on a park bench with
the sandals and the glasses and the backpacks. But a gossip columnist . Now really John.
What can you be thinking? Did you think I wouldn't find out? More fool you! It was easy.
A simple phone call to the Fullers of Lansing, Illinois. I pretended I was one of those
family-tree tracers. You know, a Fuller from way back when the Mayflower landed. Oh, they were
just so eager to tell me all about the farm and their precious little Melissa, who's moved to the
big city, dontcha know. And not just any big city, either, but the biggest one in the whole world,
Noo York City.
Honestly, John. Well, you'd better bring her around so we can all get a look at her. Next week
would be fine. After the benefit, though, John. I am really quite solidly booked until then.
All my love,
Mim
To: jerrylives@freemail.com
From: Jason Trent
Subject: Mim
Just a head's up to let you know Mim's on the warpath about you missing the
dedication. Plus, although I don’t know this for certain, she seems to have found out about
the redhead. Don't look at me. I didn't tell her. I still think you’re out of your mind to
have agreed to this thing in the first place. Stacy, on the other hand, wants to know whether
or not you took her advice.
Jason
PS Saw on the news about the sinkhole in front of your office building. My sympathies
on the whole toilet situation.
PPS I'm sorry I called you a psychotic freak. Even though you are one.
PPSS Forgot to tell you: Because of all this, Stacy has gotten her own email account. She
got tired of sharing mine. Her new address is IH8BARNEY@trentcapital.com.