Free Every Boy's Got One by Meg Cabot Page B

Jane Harris’s mother in the grocery store, and she was talking like you and Mark are getting married. If you are not careful, other people will begin to think the same, and eventually word will spread to Father Roberto, and then how will I be able to hold my head up at Mass on Sunday?
     
    Think about your life, Holly. Do the right thing.
     
    Mom
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    To: Cal Langdon
    Fr: Graziella Fratiani
    Re: Yesterday
     
    It was so lovely to be seeing you yesterday afternoon. You are a twenty-first-century man, not like these Italian boys I constantly meet. You know, still living with Mama, and expect all women to cook and clean for them. It’s nice to be with a man who washes his own socks.
     
    Did I tell you, I’m between shows at the moment, so I can take a little time off from the gallery. Might I to be joining you at your little villa later in the week? I think I can—“rough it”? Let me know.
     
    Grazi
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    To: Jane Harris
    Fr: Julio Chasez
    Re: The Dude
     
    Hey, Ms. Harris. I got your messages. Just wanted to let you know your cat is fine. Really.
     
    And no, I haven’t had to use the oven mitts yet. And yeah, he ate all his salmon pate. And the Tender Vittles. And the Science Diet. And the Fancy Feast. And the Sheba. And he tried to gnaw through a box of Girl Scout cookies you left on the counter, but I took it away before he could.
     
    Also, he chewed a hole through your sofa. But I guess you knew that. And he took a pretty big chunk out of my thumb when I caught him eating a tube of your toothpaste and tried to take it away. But the doctor says I’ll be fine. I guess cats have cleaner spit than humans or dogs or something.
     
    Hope you’re having a nice trip.
     
    Julio
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    To: Julio Chasez
    Fr: Jane Harris
    Re: The Dude
     
    Oh, my God, I’m so sorry about your thumb! PLEASE save your doctor’s bills so I can reimburse you when I get back!
     
    You are the BEST!!! I cannot thank you enough for taking such good care of him!
     
    Yes, I know about the sofa. It’s okay, really.
     
    THANK YOU!!!! I’ll see you in a week!
     
    Love,
    Jane

Travel Diary of

Holly Caputo and Mark Levine
Jane Harris
     

    It’s actually kind of hard to write this with the suitcase wedged onto the seat between me and Holly, but it’s better than trying to make conversation, because everyone seems to be in a bad mood since we all checked our Blackberries after lunch. Well, except for me. Since Julio says The Dude is fine!
    I’ll have to make sure I reimburse Julio for his medical expenses, of course. But just knowing that Dude was in a good-enough mood to bite him must mean he’s not missing me too much.
    I don’t know what’s eating everybody else in this car….
    Well, I sort of do. It turns out Mark, who was supposed to be the one in charge of bringing CDs to listen to in the car, forgot. So the only thing we have to listen to is Italian radio (Hello. You do not know what disturbing is until you’ve heard Italian rap) or the Queen CD Cal happened to have in his backpack.
    Yes. Queen.
    I have now heard “Fat-Bottomed Girls” twelve times. Holly joked that it’s going to be her and Mark’s wedding theme song.
    Thank God Mark pulled over when we got to the foot of the mountains and let Cal take over. You never saw such narrow, twisty roads in your life. I thought I was going to heave. Thank God I had Dramamine with me.
    Plus, every time we made a turn, Holly’s suitcase fell on me. Well, not really fell, since Holly was holding onto it, but it LEANED HEAVILY on me. By the time we pulled over for lunch, I was chafed from the stupid thing rubbing against my shoulder, and in a pretty bad mood myself… especially when I saw the restaurant Cal had pulled up in front of.
    I mean, God forbid he should choose a place in an actual TOWN. Oh, no, not Mr. I’ve