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don’t care if he is
still really hot, he’s an asshole! They call him the Extreme
Bachelor for chrissakes!
     
    P.S. When we were on the phone, I wasn’t
laughing about your humiliating fall. I was laughing at you playing
dodgeball. You’re too much a goon to play dodgeball.
     
     
    Subject: Re: Re: YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE!!
    From: Leah Kleinschmidt

    To: Lucy Frederick

    Time: 8:30 pm
     
    Lucy, of COURSE I am not
going to TALK to him. Newsflash, but I actually remember what
happened. No worries—I am older and more mature and I know what I
want and more importantly, I don’t want to get myself into another toxic
relationship, especially with M, because I soooo learned my lesson.
Yes, I remember walking around NYC like a freakin’ zombie. But for
the record—it wasn’t really out of the clear blue. Every time the subject of
long-term commitment came up, which okay, you have to admit it came
up more than once, and then you also have to admit I was usually
the one bringing it up, M was pretty clear that he wasn’t into it.
So get a load of this—he called Nicole Redding NICKI. What do you
think that means??? And oh yeah, even in high heels, she still
doesn’t even reach my elbow, which only added to my general
distress for this really miserable day, because there I was looking
like a giant gym teacher from some Ukrainian village—but anyway,
right when she came prancing up, he had just said, and this is a
(nearly) direct quote: “I’ve thought about you a lot. Great things.
Killer things, and I wish—” I
wish ! AUGH!!! What did he wish ? WHAT DID HE
WISH?!?!?!
     
     
    Subject: Re: Re: Re: YOU WILL NOT
BELIEVE!!
    From: Lucy Frederick

    To: Leah Kleinschmidt

    Time: 11:50 pm
     
    Just stay away from him, because that guy
will hurt you again, trust me. I always thought there was something
not right about him.
     
    P.S. David’s mom is really going to drive me
NUTS. We don’t want more than 200 people at the wedding. Big, but
not huge, right? Well David’s mom sends her list over, and it’s 148
people long!! Like my parents don’t have friends they want to
invite? What about me and David? By the way, how do you feel about
puce? As a bridesmaid color, I mean.

Chapter Six
     
     
    TRUDY, who had embraced the new Dumpster
chic so popular in Hollywood, was waiting for Leah the next
morning, dressed in jeans split at the knees, a skirt over the
jeans, a camisole, and a poncho, one arm crossed over her middle,
the other extended with a smoke dangling precariously between two
fingers. She was wearing rhinestone, cat-eye sunglasses today,
undoubtedly purchased from Goodwill, her favorite shopping venue,
and her lips were pressed together in a little rosebud of
displeasure.
    Trudy was a hoot. She complained constantly
about her kids, but she was fiercely protective. She was very
pretty, and wanted to act, but didn’t believe in acting classes or
trying to improve her craft and told Leah she was wasting her time
and money on her classes. “Either you got it or you don’t, sugar,”
she’d say with a wink. Well, Leah didn’t have it, apparently, and
she was continuing with class.
    “Hey,” Leah said as she gathered her
backpack and locked the one door on her car that would actually
lock.
    “So why did you run out yesterday?” Trudy
demanded, dispensing with her typically enthusiastic greeting.
    “I had something I had to do.”
    “Do, as in shopping? Or do, as in stunt hunk
number 4? Because Michele and I saw him take off after you when you
left.”
    “Oh,” Leah said, uncertain what to say to
the evidence presented to her, and shrugged.
    “Shut up,” Trudy cried,
tossing her smoke aside and grinding it out with the heel of her
very cute sandals. “What is going on with you and that guy? First
of all, he’s beautiful, and second, do not hold out on me. I mean, you
obviously know him. He’s been here one