and then law at USD. Al moved Frank along with Tycon, from Cost Accounting Manager to Controller, to Executive VP for Government Affairs after he’d earned his Juris Doctor degree. Al helped finance Frank’s successful campaigns for the California State Assembly, and then the state senate, and ultimately the U.S. Congress.
The article ends by saying that last January Frank’s wife, Mary Rosen, died accidentally from a lethal combination of prescription medications and alcohol.
Wow, that’s a lot to digest, I tell myself. I wonder if my mother is familiar with Frank’s life story.
After Manny goes reluctantly back into his cage, I pick up my diary and walk downstairs to the living room. I’m starting to feel like I need to write something.
But first I pick up the remote and turn on the TV, flipping a few stations until I come upon the National Geographic channel. They’re showing a program about African animals, like zebras, their migratory patterns, like when they go across rivers full of huge crocodiles and everything.
I watch the National Geographic program for a while, but I can’t stop thinking about my dad. I miss him so much. Suddenly I feel the need to write my dad a letter, in my diary. I haven’t written him for some time. I turn off the TV and begin to write feverishly.
“Dear Dad, I hope you won’t be upset when I tell you that Mom has met a man, a congressman, and I met him, too. His name is Frank Rosen. Mom told me not to mention Frank’s last name to anyone or tell anyone he’s a congressman because we don’t want nosy news reporters coming around and bothering us.
“I googled Frank Rosen on the computer and read all about him. His wife accidentally killed herself in January. Frank seems sort of nice. Not as nice as you, of course. You’re always our number one. I don’t know if Frank makes Mom happy, but I think he does. We’re going to dinner with him next Thursday and we’ll meet his two sons, one of whom is seventeen. I’m feeling excited about the dinner.
“I’m also excited about a decision I’ve made. Things are going to be different with me from now on. I’m going to become more adventurous. For starters, I’m going to start dressing a little less conservatively. Don’t worry, Dad, nothing extreme. Instead of knee length skirts, I’ll try wearing skirts that are cut above the knee, for example. I don’t mean miniskirts or anything like that. There’s nothing wrong with allowing the physical beauty God has bestowed upon me to show. I’ve also decided that I’m not going to worry about the moon thing, and you shouldn’t either. By the way, Frank Rosen is on the congressional committee that will recommend to the president what we should do to keep the moon problem from becoming even more serious than global warming. There’s going to be a special session of the United Nations General Assembly soon, too.
“Mom is with Isadora right now, at the Epstein auction. Guess what? There’s only one more week of summer school. I’m doing well, but I’m tired of homework. I lost my best friend, Ashley, this week. Do you remember her? She lives across the street and three houses down. Anyway, everyone at school, including Ashley, thought Mom was just fooling around with Frank, when in fact it’s a really serious relationship. I don’t know if they’re going to get married, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Would you? I think it would be a good thing for Mom and I right about now. I know you’ll understand.
“I’m expecting a good response to the petsitter notices I’ve put up in the neighborhood because most of the people on our street keep animals. I feel the experience will be beneficial since I intend to major in zoology at college, and I need some spending money for the summer. Mom told me about the money from the estate of Grandma Hartford. She will receive twelve million dollars soon and I’ll have a four million dollar trust fund to draw from in small increments