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I asked you guys to book this ticket a month ago, but I’m at the airport now and they claim I’m in coach, not business class.
In a middle seat . For as even-hour flight .
Freaking Frodo wouldn’t last for six hours in a seat that small. How is a six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound man supposed to do it?
Someone had better pull some strings or you’re going to have one very unhappy journalist on your hands.
C. Langdon
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To: Dolly Vargas<[email protected]>
Fr: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Re: Last night
Thanks for last night. However, I think moving in together might be a little precipitous. And I don’t think your husband would really appreciate it.
Let’s just keep things casual for now, and see how things go. Okay? I’m off to some podunk part of Italy no one’s ever heard of because Levine has some idiot idea he’s going to get married there, but I’ll be in touch when I get back in a week.
C.
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To: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Fr: Tara Samuels <[email protected]>
Re: Travel Services
I’m SO sorry, Mr. Langdon, we were in a budget meeting, which is why no one picked up. I’ve been calling the airline ever since I got back, and they’re booked solid. I could get you in business class on another flight… but not until tomorrow. Would that be all right?
Again, I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding. I can’t imagine how you ended up in coach. We ALWAYS book you in business class, as you know. Except of course when the plane you’re taking is so small, there isn’t a business class. Which isn’t the case here. I can’t apologize enough, really. Could we upgrade you to a suite when you get to your hotel?
Tara
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To: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Fr: Dolly Vargas <[email protected]>
Re: Last night
There you are! I’ve only left ten messages on your cell phone. How COULD you have snuck out like that this morning, without even leaving a note?
And Peter and I aren’t married , sweetie. We have an understanding—the same one you and I have.
And of course I wasn’t asking you to move in permanently. Just offering you the spare guest room until you find a place of your own. I know how brutal the New York real-estate market can be.
Not that you’ll have any problems, the way sales are going for Sweeping Sands . In fact, the penthouse across from mine just went up for sale, a steal at two million. Interested? I could speak to the co-op board on your behalf….
In any case, darling, call me when you get back from Mark’s little elopement.
XXXOOO
Dolly
Travel Diary of Jane Harris
Travel Diary of
Jane Harris
OK, I asked Cell Phone Guy to watch my stuff for a minute while I ran to buy snacks, and he was TOTALLY rude about it. He said, in this very snarky way, “I highly doubt anyone is going to steal your water , miss.”
!!!!!
Which wasn’t even what I was asking him to watch. My water, I mean. Clearly, I meant my BAG. I mean, the last thing I need is for the airport to blow up my stuff because I left it unattended.
Whatever. It’s just like Malcolm says. Some people just suck, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I should have known Cell Phone Guy was one of them. Especially the way he keeps banging at the keyboard of that Blackberry. He’s still at it. How can someone so anal retentive look so good in a pair of jeans? I don’t get it. I mean, evolutionarily speaking, his kind should have been wiped out a long time ago. Because who’d want to mate with someone with THAT kind of attitude?
OOOOOOH, I see Holly!!!! Holly and Mark are here, at last! YAY!
I wonder where Mark’s friend Cal is. The best man, I mean. We were all supposed to meet at the gate….
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To: Mark Levine <[email protected]>
Fr: Cal Langdon <[email protected]>
Re: Where are you?
I’m at the gate. I don’t see you. You didn’t take my advice and cancel the thing at the last minute, did you?
Forget it, you’re not the leave-em-at-the-altar type.
So. Nervous yet? I’ve got the flask, don’t worry. We’re going to need it, too, there’s a real nut job on this flight. Apparently she thinks there’s a possibility we might crash land in the Sahara.
Hurry up and get here, I want to kiss the bride—
Oh, there you are.
Cal
Travel Diary of Jane Harris
Travel Diary of
Jane Harris
Oh my God.
Cell Phone Guy is Cal.Cal Langdon , Mark’s best buddy since elementary school, the one who’s been
