[Aug 8, 13:03] Email — Nils
From: NilsAndersen@[withheld].com To: Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com Date: 8 Aug, 13:03:19 -0500 Subject: dinner?
Hey babe, what do you have planned for dinner? Wouldn’t mind going out for a bite, you up for it. Maybe some of that texmex where they have those bowls of margarita you can drown it? I could use a drink after work.
If not, I can pick up some beer and carry away. China Garden, yeah?
Margaritas sound better. Need some of my good freind, Jose! But you decide.
Oh yeah, the gear for that thing we’re planning showed up at the comic store. Some guy’s comic store? What? are we superhero now?
Joking!
I didn’t forget your invoices. Attached. My money, your invoices. Everything double.
This is high tech shit, babe. I compared a bit and they don’t carry it at any of the normal places. Maybe Kali’s boyfriend knows his shit. Specs are off the charts compared to what I could find. My credit card cried a little, and I get it, but why so much? Punishing me wanting to come along to keep my girl safe? As you say, whatever. If it helps you with Kyle, I’m happy to spend twice the amount.
When I saw the delivery confirmation, I called the store. I mean, that’s a lot of money, and no signature. Wanted to make sure it really showed up. Don’t worry, I didn’t say anything about our thing.
I just asked the kid answering the phone if it came, he said yes a package came. I asked if everything arrived undamaged and the little shit informed me in a condescending voice that it was not my business and besides only the manager is allowed to open packages. I said, then let me talk to the manager. He sighed, said they weren’t there. I might have argued and told him that it was my fucking money, so they needed to check to make sure it was all there. He hung up, ignored my calls after that. Little twat.
Oh. saw your record on the turntable. Weirdassed dirge, you ask me, but I know you like that sound. Still, seemed like they could have sped it up and it would sound way better. Anyway, put it back in that sleeve with the razor on it after a short lsiten and put it away proper. You really shouldn’t leave records on the platter. Bad for them.
What a band name, though. No clue what the first part means, we didn’t cover it in school. Or my german is rusty. But Xmal Deutschland? LOL.
I swear, the only people who like talking about themselves as much as Americans are the Germans. Uber alles!
Hey, your thing about wearing the long sleeved pjs to bed. Too much AC? Lights out before you crawl in. I like looking at you naked. It’s not me is it?
Bored AF, if I’m honest. Sorry for the novel. Good practice my old teacher would say.
Let me know if it is texmex or carry away, k?
[Attachments: three PDFs — delivery notification, itemized invoice of catalog numbers and prices without item descriptions, payment receipt.]
[Note: Vendor name, catalog numbers and shipping address withheld. The shipping address is a comic store in LynLake.]
From: Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com To: NilsAndersen@[withheld].com Date: 9 Aug, 07:15:20 -0500 Subject: RE: dinner?
BIG HUG AND KISS!
Didn’t want to wake you. You looked all peaceful and it would have been a shame to wake you from that.
Thought I’d just shoot you a line as I was chasing the undead out of me with a couple shots of espresso before hitting the road to the Cities.
Thanks for picking up Chinese last night. It was delish.
Just scoping things out today. I want to get the lay of the land, maybe do a little bit of hitting my old stomping grounds. If there is any ground left to stomp on. Talk about likely culture shock.
Thanks for the invoices/record, too. Wow, you spent that much on me? You’re such a dear.
More hugs. More kisses. MWAH!
See you later today.
A
