Alex Letter 2

(Note: Fiction. See Letter 1)


Alexander,

Well, this is a surprise. After two years of sullen and silent acquaintance, occasionally interrupted by outrageous outbursts, I receive a plea for help! Such boldness! Accompanied by an insult, of course. I will not assist in your mysterious project. I have more important things to do. I am severing all ties with the Hennings family. Since you obviously haven't heard, Michael and I are no longer an "item," as they say. My preference is to forget him and the majority of the previous two years. Your note rubs salt into my raw wounds. But here is a big hint, from the bounds of my innate generosity. I know exactly what is wrong with your dear brother. He has suddenly developed terrible tastes in women.

Sincerely,
Meredith Samuels

P.S. Please refrain from sending me further letters, or casually leaning against my locker. People are beginning to talk and draw their own conclusions. Of course, their conclusions are reasonable. There are a lot of guys around here that desperately seek my attention.








(Note: to be continued)