“Let me begin by saying that it was never my intention to interfere. I had hoped things would settle themselves and my participation would be unnecessary. In fact, that would have been the preferred outcome as far as I’m concerned. Sometimes circumstances conspire to affect an outcome so unusual that it becomes ridiculous. This is all in the way of introducing my proposition to you.”
I read the note and it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Who was this person? The style reminded me of a mystery writer and not a bad one, really. Sort of old school. I half expected Hercule Poirot (a name I never could pronounce) to come popping in from around the corner. I continued to read, intrigued by the promised “proposition.”
As the note unfolded it began to become clear that the aforementioned proposition was not, in fact, intended for me at all. Although my name was the one typed on the envelope, it obviously referred to an entirely different Dagny Monroe – and how many of those could there be anyway? Obviously, at least two because there is no way that I could ever be expected to fulfill the requirements of the proposal being made since, a: I am not, nor have I ever been, a man and 2: even if I was, I would not condone, much less participate in the deceptive, manipulative scheme that was ultimately set forth.
How could someone be so careless as to send this kind of request to the wrong person? Talk about ridiculous!
So, do I just toss it, or reply to this misguided mayhem-maker. And why am I now sounding like a character in a mystery novel? If this were an e-mail, I’d simply relegate it to the trash folder and move on with my life. That actually seems like a good way to go. Let it go.
Before I could even crumple the letter, the phone range, the doorbell rang, and my life as I knew it, screeched to a halt.
….To be continued……