To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Tuesday July 30th, 1999 11:26 AM
Subject: RE Close shave
That’s quite unnerving and a little exciting. Kinda like going back to a restaurant after getting a bad does of food poisoning because you really love their duck.
But you seem okay now; yeah?
Elsa was a little suspicious when I got home too. She was put out that she wasn’t invited to dinner. I stressed that it was impromptu. She stressed I could have called her.
I fudged it by saying it could’ve been awkward considering the status of your – whatever it is with Marcus - because another couple might have only reminded them of the good times.
Oftenbark rolled his eyes at that one.
So did Elsa.
She thought I simply didn’t want her around; she felt she didn’t fit in and she admitted that it’s hard to keep up with the banter sometimes.
She then had a bit of a melt down. She feels she’s not intellectually up to the group and they laugh behind their backs at her.
Now I know this it not true. But man, I felt guilty. Cause in a way you and I are laughing behind Elsa’s back.
I came so close to telling her about us. But Oftenbark barked at a car back firing in the street and the moment was lost and I returned to my role as Captain Sympathy to deal with a fast approaching War Ship called the HMS Self Dread; canons loaded, taking aim but missing. Just.
(Okay - went off on a lame metaphor there – sorry – back to literal. Message to self: If I’m going to be poetic be certain I have the text)
Back to Elsa:
Feeling guilty, I took action against Elsa’s worry. I suggested we have a party. Our place; on the weekend – and we can invite everyone - her friends, my friends; everyone.
I can’t believe I suggested it.
So do you and Marcus want to come over to our place on the weekend?
(Of course I’d really like to see you sooner)
PS And I have to ask, and I hate myself for asking it, but did you – you know – you know – with Marcus?