Dear Juanita,
It was absolutely marvelous to see you again the other day and to meet your tiny sweet little daughter and your handsome, clever husband.
I must tell you my dear; the most extraordinary thing happened to me after I left you: I was stopped by this funny little man in a car, who asked me lots of awfully embarrassing questions about you and
David and Annie.
I wouldn’t have minded so much if he hadn’t been so terribly unattractive. Perhaps I shouldn’t have told him that David used to take drugs (everyone does these days). But I had to tell him something, just to get rid of him. I’m sure you understand now I don’t want to frighten you, darling, but I thought you should see this simply awful magazine article.
“Dangerous Acquaintances”
Why did the daughter of Mexico’s Mr. Big marry the son of an international drugs criminal, and brother of a well-know terrorist? And who really gave the order to kill
Washdon businessman Hugo Peters?
These are some of the questions that top reporter Kristi Schmidt will be trying to answer in her article in next month’s Playperson.
People are saying such terrible things about you, you see. If I were you, I’d be very careful.
Love and kisses
Your very own
Lilian