Chapter 4
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JOURNAL OF DIXON AINSLIE
From: AliceWonderland@ainsliecastle.com
Subject: FWD: So?
To: Dixon
CC: Rupert
Dixon, would you show this e-mail to your obstinate brother? He refuses to respond, and we’re dying back here to know what’s going on.
ORIGINAL MESSAGE
Rupert! You were supposed to e-mail us as soon as you got to New York City and met the other racers, and it’s been almost four hours. Have you met Mercy’s stepcousin-in-law or whatever relation Paulie is to her? What did you think? Are you not e-mailing because you’re disappointed? Everything that Mercy said her aunt told her about Paulie sounded like she’s wonderful, and you guys share all sorts of interests. You like horses—she works with horses! You like art—Mercy’s aunt says Paulie used to draw. You’re almost the same age, so stop being silent and tell me what you think. You know my matchmaking mojo is on the line here.
Elliott says to tell Dixon that the order for fertilizer came in, but they dumped it on the south lawn, so we’ve closed that off from the tourists, so he said not to worry if there’s a dip in revenues for the month.
E-mail me as soon as you get this. I’m dying to know what your first impression of Paulie is. I think she’s just perfect for you!
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