“D. and Lucy McAllister, huh? Rat-fink. Guess he’s not changed at all. I baby-sat her. What is she, eighteen, nineteen? You’re better off, C. Once a ladies’ man, always a ladies’ man. Fernando update: He hasn’t called in a while, then I ran into him the other night. He was body whispering with this waif of a thing I believe was once a blonde Swedish woman. Who can tell with all the protruding bones and translucent skin. (Thin is so overrated.) And Caroline, I ignited with jealousy. I couldn’t be...lieve it. The pure evil gren stuff. Until now, I thought he was rather pushy and overbearing. It so surprised me I wanted to run, but he saw me and called me over. I tried to be cool, but I blathered and tee-hee’d like an American Idiot and almost groveled at his feet. I need help. Matilda: Gone! I can’t believe it. A tidal wave of homesickness crashed over me when I read you’d sold her, leaving behind old shells echoing of good memories. I dug out my photo albums and for about an hour lived in Beaufort, nineteen ninety-six, -seven, and -eight.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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