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EST. May 2000 (AD)

 
 

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Jenna's Diary Week by Week

 

May 19

I invited Julie and Christine over and we had a lousy time. I was looking forward to showing them the new paint job and talking about Simon but it's the first time that Julie's been cut loose from her kid so she called home every four seconds to make sure it didn't choke on its own vomit or strangle itself on an electrical cord. Christine was very excited because she and Paul are going to Belize so we had to hear all about it.

My place was looking so hip but it was wasted on them. Julie came in and the first thing she did was turn a lamp on because she couldn't see. I'd arranged some cool pillows on the floor so that we could lounge, but of course both of them headed straight for the couch which made it look sloppy.

They turned down my Taramasalata and hummus and instead wolfed down a huge bag of Cheetos.

I was so bored.  It's hard to admit but they simply aren't me anymore. I am in a world of art and culture, a wild bohemian stuck with a couple of Stepford wives.

 I was rather wishing they would leave when Julie asked me to dish all about Simon and the evening picked up.

It was a fairly good time. When I'm a world famous author I will probably want different friends but for now they're OK.

May 22

Simon says friendships are like cars. They depreciate the minute they are taken off the lot. I don't know what that means but it made me feel better.

May 23

Mom and Mr. Van Heusan are sickening. This engagement thing is making them act like a couple of teenagers. What's the big deal anyway? They go to a church or whatever, say a few words and then bam! They're shackled together like a couple of prisoners.

Simon is so right about marriage being an outdated institution. It doesn't belong in the modern world. The only way I would get married is if I knew one million percent that I've found the right guy for me, that we had an equal partnership emotionally and financially, and if Simon asked me.

May 25

Simon is rehearsing every night before they go on tour. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when he's gone because he's still here and I miss him like crazy.

May 26

I don't know what to think.

I didn't mean to drink last night but I was so bored and lonely I couldn't think of anything else to do. I opened a bottle of wine and it was delish, and then I drank a bottle of white—also delish, I didn't have anymore wine so I some Ouzo from a bottle I got 4 Christmases ago and by the time I was eying the vanilla extract I had the idea to hop in a cab and wait outside Simon's rehearsal space. I thought it would be a nice surprise for Simon and it would give me something to do.

 Just as I was getting out of the cab I saw him in a group leaving the theatre. I was so happy to see him that I wanted to run into his arms but the cabbie was giving me a hard time saying I'd short-changed him. (Honest mistake, I can barely count when I'm sober so when I'm drunk it's hit or miss.)

As I sorted out the money I noticed Simon was talking to a girl I'd never seen before. They were laughing and joking as if they hadn't a care in the world. By the time I'd sorted out the problem with the cab they'd got into her car and drove away.

What? What does this mean? Who is she?

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Excerpt from Jayde: An Extraordinary Woman in Ordinary Times

An Unathorized Autobiography By Jenna Thompson

 

Special Agent Terence McEwan kicked the door to the abandoned orphanage open. He looked around rapidly, left then right then right then left but there was no one around. He glanced up and saw a door ajar. He took the stairs two at a time and arrived at the manager's office twice as fast as he would have had he taken them one at a time. He peered in the doorway. Papers were strewn everywhere. Files were tossed on the floor and the dust was seriously disturbed. Special Agent McEwen walked over to the desk when he suddenly stopped. There was an unmistakable scent in the air. It was a mixture of tuberose and freesia with a hint of musk.

Terence lifted his nose and sniffed. "Jayde" he said with an air of triumph mixed with regret.

He had missed her by mere hours.

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Jayde rode the elevator cross-town and entered Jacob Matlin's office without knocking.

"Did you think we wouldn't find out?" She hissed through perfectly formed teeth and narrowed eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Jacob said alarmedly. He got up and rushed toward the door. Swift as a jungle cat Jayde stopped him.

"I don't think you want to go. Not yet" She produced the evidence; a sheath of papers 6 inches high by 8 inches long by 10 inches wide and threw it on the desk.

Jacob went back to his desk and slumped in his chair.

"We trusted you. You were my father's friend!"  Jayde's accusatory yet sexy tone filled Jacob with remorse and he cradled his head in his hands.

"Jayde, you don't understand, this is bigger than you, bigger than me, bigger than all of us. Let it lie, take the losses and get on with your life. You must-- otherwise your life is in danger!"

"Who else is involved?" Jayde demanded her voice bouncing off the walls like it was a racquetball court and her voice was a sexy ball.

Jacob got up slowly, walked to the window and jumped out.

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