Oh, Chuck – I am so, so sorry I
missed you. I got all your phone messages, and I feel terrible. But something
crazy happened the day before you got here. Tim proposed. He did it down by the
park where we used to walk. It was a surprise. The daisies are still out – can you
believe it? We’ll have to plan a wedding now, I suppose. We went up to my
parents’ place the next day and ate casserole and drank champagne.
You’ll be invited, of course. You can
sit at the table with Your Nemesis and Ralph and that rock critic who looks
like Uma Thurman if you’d like. I know they’d love to see you. We’d all love to
see you. They tell me you had quite a good time together. And your sober friend
tells me Uma and Nemesis climbed up on the roof! I wish I could have been
there. I really do. But it’s just – sometimes life throws you a curveball you
could never plan for.
Do let me know if you ever come to
Minneapolis again. I promise not to run out next time! Tim sends his greetings.
I hope you can make it for our wedding. It will be in spring. No sense trying
to celebrate when it’s freezing and nothing’s growing.
Your Friend,
Quincy
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