In a message dated 99-12-07 16:58:35 EST, you write: << Whats with last night? You called? I sold a painting!!!! >> Well, Listen.. I'm really sorry I couldn't show up because I had this piece of hair that was naught laying right AT ALL. So I couldn't come over. Yes! I did call but that roomate of yours doesn't seem to EVER give you your messages! I mean, he always wants to talk about baseball. I begged him to give you the message, but it didn't work out I guess. I do want to congrats to you on selling one of the paintings. Is that one of the ones you lifted at the museum. This black-market thing is really starting to sort itself out! I mean, you're going to be soo rich! Maybe next time you take me out, it's not going to be with your fist. Love, All Ways, Your mediteranean love crumpet, Laura
