From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX Every person I have ever known, save one, has moved out of my life, or I have moved out of theirs. I guess I lost sight of how much of a bummer that is. It really isn't hard for me anymore. I have affection sclerosis. I tend to lose touch quickly. To make things worse, I have no capacity for dealing with other people's emotions, good or bad. The more emotional people around me get, the more taciturn I get. It is my hugely dysfunctional coping strategy. That said, I am sorry. You and your family seem very close to him, despite the polak wife. On the up side, Toronto offers you a two for one. You can see your nephew and your sister.
Love
you.
XOXO
Me
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Fri, Jun 29, 2012 12:25 PM
From: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
To:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
I
love you. I love you for being so open and honest, and for caring enough to try
to make me feel better. And a hug will do too. Also, very good points. I will
make more of an effort to visit. When my kids where young, my brother and
sister made the effort because traveling with young children is a nightmare.
I've been lucky, because for my nephew Jacob (my brother's kid) it has been just up to Boston. Now he's 22! and will be in the city this coming week-end. I have to think of a cool place to take him. And for my great nieces, it's been just down to Manhattan. Now, it's Toronto. My nephew is my sister's son. He was 1 when they moved to Canada. So, he's Canadian like my sister's whole family. Finding work there for him is fine. He just always wanted to live and work in NY, and he did for 7 years! One never knows, they may be back.
So,
that's how you spell polak : ) I had a Polish neighbor once whose last name was
Pollack. I guess it stuck.
You DO think, even if you think you don't : )
XOXOXO
Me.
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Fri, Jun 29, 2012 at 1:05 PM
From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
Of
course I want you to feel better. I LOVE
YOU!
I don't know if there is a correct way to
spell Polak. It isn't a real English
word. There used to be a popular book
full of polak jokes. The spelling came
from it. However, it was predicated on
the stupidity of poles so it may have been a joke onto itself. It was a very popular book. Hard to believe now. It was before the birth of PC. I loved the fact that someone was making fun
of someone other than the Irish.
Pollack the polak is too funny. For some reason, that reads to me as pole uck.
I
think about fucking you. But not a lot
else. I can't get your beautiful face
out of my mind. I hope he can
find a job. Moving is bad enough. We moved here without jobs and it was very
scary for a time. Fancy dinner meant Chinese
food. I ate so much soup and bread. I don't ever want to go through that
again. RIM is laying off 5,000
Canadians. Actually, I hope it isn't 4,999
Canadians and my brother.
See you in a few hours. I am really excited.
SNB
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Friday, June 29, 2012 3:19 PM
From: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
To:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
is
ur #917-555-xxxx?
I’m
on my way down after missing the bus and a bunch of insanity. Too hot for the
park. Sofia?
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Fri, Jun 29, 2012 at 3:25 PM
From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
Sofia
is ok. What time?
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Fri, June 29, 2012 3:48 PM
From: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
To:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
As soon as u can be at saks. I hate this fucking phone. Im at Saks. Tex me when u know when.
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Fri, June 29, 2012 4:54 PM
From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
I’m
no longer at Saks. I’m at St. Patrick. Meet me here. Mother Mary’s altar/chapel.
I've always enjoyed to visit St. Patrick Cathedral and Saks Fifth Avenue in one swoop. The juxtaposition of the spiritual and the material has always given me a kick--this inconsistency, hypocrisy almost in our culture and the human nature. I was raised irreligious, but I love to visit the church. I like the Mother Mary's chapel where I light four candles--one for my grandmother who was raised a Catholic, because she asked me to always do so when she was alive, one for myself and one for each of my daughters. I usually went to church first then to Saks. That day, however, I did the reverse. I dipped my fingers in holy water, and remembered to make the cross with my right hand, from left to right. Then I knelt down in a pew and prayed for strength, and for my husband to find a job, to stop this financial free-fall. Then I sat and waited for Kevin. He arrived quickly and slid next to me across the hard dark wood. I knew how to do all that Catholic stuff really well. I was happy to share one of my favorite places with him, but I wondered, and still do about how he felt. If he believed as he said he did, he was a first rate sinner, sitting beside his sin. I haven't returned to St. Patrick since without remembering Kevin and me there, sitting next to each other us two in the house of God.
Fri, Jun 29, 2012 at 10:05 PM
From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
Love
you.
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Fri, Jun 29, 2012 11:11 PM
From: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
To:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
Love you back, and some.
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