To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Friday July 26th, 1999 18:22 PM
Subject: RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE Last night’s call
Stacey, I think I’m sitting in the same internet café as you. I’m sure I just saw you.
I’m just going to peer over the monitors:
Yes, that’s you.
I can’t believe it.
Are you emailing me as I email you? How funny.
I’m checking my email.
(A few minutes later)
Okay you are emailing me.
If it helps I feel the same way. I feel nervous and little guilty.
Elsa thinks I’m out with the lads.
I am such a liar.
I wonder if you’ve told Marcus anything.
Indeed do you need to tell Marcus anything?
I shouldn’t be talking about them.
I am so excited about seeing you. I just watched you cross the road and move into the hotel. You looked around the foyer.
You’re back outside now; having a cigarette.
You’re trying to look busy and you are so beautiful.
Maybe you’re in the moment.
I hope so.
I can’t stand it any longer.
See you in a second.