Don’t tell me you’ve got such a hot social life all of a sudden you don’t have time to drop me a line. I’m willing to blame it on this crash-matic computer. If you get this maybe you should leave me a message on your voice mail back at the apartment and I’ll pick it up when I water your ficus. I really want to talk to you. By the way, your dad left a message. Everything’s okay but you probably should call him. Have you told him you’re in Seattle?
Didn’t sound like he knew. If I don’t hear from you soon I’ll phone the house where you’re staying (I kept the ad you sent. Sneaky, right?). So come on, surface or else! Love - Claire E-mail to
[email protected]: Hi Sneaky - I’m going to try this one more time. Can’t imagine what happened to my replies to your e-mails. I did reply, really I did. Just as well they disappeared into the ozone though. As I remember the messages were on the hysterical side. Things were not going as well as I had hoped right then.
To sum up: by accident I met the guy who rents Sean’s old room.
