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[Sunny du Pree]

Email Phyllis: Finally a moment to herself

[phensley]

Dear Pam,
Thank you so much for your "posty"; you were very kind to send it. And
your declaration of wanting to draw my pain to yourself was generous but, you know, it's mine and I think I'll keep it to myself. You really don't deserve it and, perhaps, I do. I have not been entirely lady-like lately and have been prone to unforgivable rages. I am told it is one of the "stages of grief" or some such psycho-babble. I dare say most people who have recently lost a loved one aren't provoked the way I have been.

I completely lost my mind when I saw the news item that made Douglas
the owner and operator of MY business. I'm afraid that after the tongue-lashing I gave him, Sam and I will never be friends. I didn't even let him get a word in edge-wise to explain how he had received such mistaken information. I suppose I have only myself to blame for fostering my public persona of idle vacuity. Or Douglas could have actually made that claim to his cronies at the Municipal Building with me in the role of being nothing more than a shop girl. I don't know and it doesn't matter; it's been corrected. I will eventually get around to apologizing to Sam but really, when I think back on it, he has had a pattern of reporting news without verifying details or getting permission. I am thinking of the time he quoted from my private email to Sunny without clearing it with either of us. I was publicly ridiculed as a result and dear Sunny was justifiably outraged. So I think I will let him stew in my enmity for a while; it may do him some good.

And those Nazis who stormed in and tore apart Douglas' office! I lost
all composure and shrieked like a banshee at them. My hysteria turned to
cold rage when they set their eyes on my office in the shop! I gathered my focus in a moment. "Just a moment," I cooed, "Let me see that Court Order again. Ah, yes, it specifically says the residence of J. Douglas Willingham and you, sir, have just stepped foot into MY PLACE OF BUSINESS! Yes, adjacent to but distinct from said residence. So until you come back with a piece of paper granting you permission to loot my establishment, GET THE *%@# OUT!" He fell back two feet with his jaw ajar, then said, "Yes, mam," very politely. That's the only way my
computer and Iris' laptop were spared.

Please keep that candle burning for me. I suspect more outrages and
insults to hurl themselves upon me before all is said and done. I anticipate an indictment being delivered on poor Douglas' soul and I shall have to practice looking grieved and offended by this slander upon his good reputation.

With appreciation,
Phyllis