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nose and went, “Oh, Kate! I’m so happy!” in this very weird voice. Almost like she knows she SHOULD be happy, so she’s determined to ACT happy. You know what I mean?
    I didn’t know what to do—genuflect and kiss the stupid thing, or just say congratulations—so I just said congratulations and got the hell out of there.
     
    Oh my God, I still feel unclean. I think I’ll need a bacon cheeseburger for lunch before I feel like myself again.
     
    Kate
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Okay, now THAT is weird.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Are you crazy? Quit I.M.-ing me, she’s gonna catch us.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Hello, you said she was doodling. And HUMMING. Doodling, humming, newly engaged bosses do not pay attention when their employees are I.M.-ing. So did you ask if she’s taking his name?
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    No, of course not.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    She will. I can’t WAIT to address my first employee action form to Amy Hertzog. Oh my God, it is going to be great. OH MY GOD, IF THEY HAVE KIDS, THEY’LL BE HERTZOGS TOO!!!!!!!!!
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    You so know if she has a boy she’ll name it Connor. It’s like the number-one most popular name for boys right now, and God knows, Amy has to do whatever’s popular.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Totally. And if it’s a girl, it will be Annabelle. ANNABELLE HERTZOG!!!
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Stop it. The guy can’t help what his last name is.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Um, hello, he so can. You think my last name is really Sadler? No, it was Sadlinsokov, until my ancestors got to Ellis Island and wisely shortened it.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    I think Sadlinsokov sounds nice. It has character.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    So . . . admit it. Things are getting good around here. You don’t want to quit anymore, do you?
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    For what they made me do to Mrs. Lopez? Yes, I do.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Oh, right. And miss out on all this fun? I know—after lunch, let’s ask the T.O.D. if that’s a hickey on her neck. 10 to 1 she’ll say it’s a bruise from the gym.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    You’re on. But YOU ask. I did it last time.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Deal. Winner buys the bacon cheeseburgers.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    Oh, all right.
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    logged off
    Sleaterkinneyfan:
    logged off
    Hi, you’ve reached the desk of Kathleen Mackenzie. I’m sorry I’m not able to take your call. I’m either on the other line, or away from my desk at the moment. At the tone, please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you!

 

(Tone)

 

Katie, it’s me. Dale. Listen. I got your message. Katie, I know we can work things out, if you’ll just give me another chance. I mean, I’m not saying I can change or anything, but I promise—I mean, it isn’t like there’s another girl, or anything. I mean, well, you know, there’s lots of girls, we’re a pretty popular band. There are girls around all the time. But there’s no special girl. I mean, more special than you. Aw, come on, Katie. You know I’m doing the best I can. But I’m just not the standing-up-in-church-in-a-tux-in-front-of-everyone-and-declaring-my-eternal-love-for-a-woman kind of guy. And you know it! I mean, is that the kind of guy you fell in love with back in Kentucky? Was it? No, it wasn’t. So cut me a little slack, will ya? And come home. I really miss you. Also, I can’t find my Clash T-shirt. Did you take it to the laundry-by-the-pound place? Because it’s like—

 

(Click)

Hi, you’ve reached the desk of Kathleen Mackenzie. I’m sorry I’m not able to take your call. I’m either on the other line, or away from my desk at the moment. At the tone, please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you!

 

(Tone)

 

Kate, hi, it’s Dolly. Listen, sweetie, there’s been some sort of misunderstanding. Well, not a misunderstanding, exactly. It’s just that the new fax boy . . . Well, he and I ended up in what I believe is called acontretemps . . . at least inBazaarit is