Every Boy's Got One

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To: Tara Samuels

Fr: Cal Langdon

Re: Travel Services

Where is everybody? I’ve been calling for the past half hour, and nobody there is picking up. Does Travel get half days on Fridays through September, or something, while the rest of us slobs have to give them up on Labor Day?

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

Fr: Cal Langdon

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

Fr: Tara Samuels

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

Fr: Dolly Vargas

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