[email protected]
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Dinner
Dear John,
Hi! It’s really sweet of you to offer to take me to dinner, but you really don’t have to.
I was happy to do what I did for your aunt. I only wish I could have done more.
But if you really insist, I honestly don’t care where we go to dinner.
Well, that’s not true, there is one place I really DON’T want to go, and that’s Fresche. Anywhere else is fine. Why don’t you surprise me?
See you back on the fifteenth floor tonight at six (ICU visiting hours are only from six-thirty to seven)?
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: [email protected]
Subject: Dinner
You got it.
I’ll make reservations for eight. I hope you know what you’re doing, however, letting me choose the restaurant. I am very partial to entrails, you know.
John
To: [email protected]
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: I don’t believe you
You’re just trying to scare me.
I grew up on a farm. We had entrails on toast every morning for breakfast.
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: [email protected]
Subject: Now you’re
scaring me.
See you at six.
John
To: John Trent
From: Sergeant Paul Reese
Subject: Last night
Trent—
Look, man, I can’t apologize enough. I don’t know what’s going on between you and the redheaded broad, but I didn’t mean to blow it. I was just so surprised to see you there! I mean, John Trent,at the Animal Medical Center? What kind of crime could he be following up on? Certainly one of a fowl nature….
Sorry. Couldn’t resist.
Seriously, we were just there to check on Hugo, the precinct’s bomb-sniffing pooch. Some clown fed him a bunch of KFC left over from lunch, and you know what they say about dogs and chicken bones….
Well, it turns out to be true. Although Hugo is expected to make a full recovery.
What were you doing there, man? You looked strung out. Well, for a guy with a hot babe like that on his arm.
Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make up for it…. Fix some parking tickets, maybe? Have the redhead’s husband held without bail for the weekend. Whatever.
Anything, anything to make it right again.
Paul
To: Sergeant Paul Reese
From: John Trent
Subject: All is forgiven
At least now. Last night, I easily could have throttled you.
Not that it was in any way your fault. I mean, you saw me. You said, “How’s it going, Trent?” as any normal person would.
How were you to know I am currently living under an assumed name?
But what started out as the most disastrous evening of all time—who knew cats eat rubber bands? I certainly didn’t—turned out to be pure bliss.
So consider yourself forgiven, my friend.
And as for the redhead, well, it’s a long story. Maybe I’ll even tell it to you someday. Depending on how it turns out, of course.
Right now, it’s back to the Animal Medical Center for me. I have to bail out the cat, who has supposedly recovered nicely from his intestinal surgery. And on the way home from the animal hospital, I am going to buy that cat the biggest, smelliest fish you ever saw, as a thank-you for his kind thoughtfulness in ingesting that rubber band.
John
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Well???
What did you wear? Where did you end up going? Did you have fun?
WHAT HAPPENED???
Nad
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: It happened
>What did you wear?
I wore my short black Calvin Klein wraparound skirt, with my V-necked light-blue three-quarter-sleeve silk sweater and matching blue ankle-strap sandals with the three-inch heel.
>Where did you
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: Dinner
Dear John,
Hi! It’s really sweet of you to offer to take me to dinner, but you really don’t have to.
I was happy to do what I did for your aunt. I only wish I could have done more.
But if you really insist, I honestly don’t care where we go to dinner.
Well, that’s not true, there is one place I really DON’T want to go, and that’s Fresche. Anywhere else is fine. Why don’t you surprise me?
See you back on the fifteenth floor tonight at six (ICU visiting hours are only from six-thirty to seven)?
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: [email protected]
Subject: Dinner
You got it.
I’ll make reservations for eight. I hope you know what you’re doing, however, letting me choose the restaurant. I am very partial to entrails, you know.
John
To: [email protected]
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: I don’t believe you
You’re just trying to scare me.
I grew up on a farm. We had entrails on toast every morning for breakfast.
Mel
To: Mel Fuller
From: [email protected]
Subject: Now you’re
scaring me.
See you at six.
John
To: John Trent
From: Sergeant Paul Reese
Subject: Last night
Trent—
Look, man, I can’t apologize enough. I don’t know what’s going on between you and the redheaded broad, but I didn’t mean to blow it. I was just so surprised to see you there! I mean, John Trent,at the Animal Medical Center? What kind of crime could he be following up on? Certainly one of a fowl nature….
Sorry. Couldn’t resist.
Seriously, we were just there to check on Hugo, the precinct’s bomb-sniffing pooch. Some clown fed him a bunch of KFC left over from lunch, and you know what they say about dogs and chicken bones….
Well, it turns out to be true. Although Hugo is expected to make a full recovery.
What were you doing there, man? You looked strung out. Well, for a guy with a hot babe like that on his arm.
Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make up for it…. Fix some parking tickets, maybe? Have the redhead’s husband held without bail for the weekend. Whatever.
Anything, anything to make it right again.
Paul
To: Sergeant Paul Reese
From: John Trent
Subject: All is forgiven
At least now. Last night, I easily could have throttled you.
Not that it was in any way your fault. I mean, you saw me. You said, “How’s it going, Trent?” as any normal person would.
How were you to know I am currently living under an assumed name?
But what started out as the most disastrous evening of all time—who knew cats eat rubber bands? I certainly didn’t—turned out to be pure bliss.
So consider yourself forgiven, my friend.
And as for the redhead, well, it’s a long story. Maybe I’ll even tell it to you someday. Depending on how it turns out, of course.
Right now, it’s back to the Animal Medical Center for me. I have to bail out the cat, who has supposedly recovered nicely from his intestinal surgery. And on the way home from the animal hospital, I am going to buy that cat the biggest, smelliest fish you ever saw, as a thank-you for his kind thoughtfulness in ingesting that rubber band.
John
To: Mel Fuller
From: Nadine Wilcock
Subject: Well???
What did you wear? Where did you end up going? Did you have fun?
WHAT HAPPENED???
Nad
To: Nadine Wilcock
From: Mel Fuller
Subject: It happened
>What did you wear?
I wore my short black Calvin Klein wraparound skirt, with my V-necked light-blue three-quarter-sleeve silk sweater and matching blue ankle-strap sandals with the three-inch heel.
>Where did you
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