Ursula sent Andy a
long email, in which she denounced him as an emotional cripple. She also compared him to her father, who had
never loved anything but the family dog, and said neither one of them (Andy and
her father, not the dog) had no idea what emotional intimacy was. I’m sure you’ve already stopped reading
by now, she sniffed at the end, but she was wrong. Andy read the whole thing. He even showed it to Jake, who had a good
chuckle over it. “Women,” Jake laughed. “Always so damn superior. Talk about needing a psychiatrist, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, whadya want
with a chick named Ursula? I’m telling
you—stick to the women with normal names.
The ones who sound like they should be in a Bond movie are always psychopaths.”
“I’ll keep that in
mind,” Andy answered. But he wasn’t
smiling.
