Hey Bradley, do you even remember me? I found your old email address when I was cleaning out my room over Christmas break. I don�t even know if you check this anymore, or if you�ve discontinued the account. I refuse to think like Mom. She�s depressing when it comes to you. I for one know better. If you don�t want to tell us what�s up, that�s fine, but you can�t stop me trying to write you. I won�t pry.

The readjustment to school�s going well. I�m a junior in college now, if you can believe it. Last time we saw each other I was in fourth grade. I had my 21st birthday in November. Yes, I can officially get plastered now. I won�t though, so don�t worry. Classes so far seem pretty lame. I�m hoping they�ll pick up. My Greek class is evil. This guy lives for ancient language, it seems, and doesn�t get that we have other shit to do. Sometimes I want to wring his stupid neck. I have him for Latin too. Yes, I�m a glutton for punishment. Did I mention I�m a Latin major? You�re probably looking at the screen with this weird bug in your eyes, like you did when I used your stock report for drawing paper. You were always the math one in the family. I hope it�s helped you out.

I don�t want to make this too long. I know it�s weird, me emailing you out of the blue like this. I don�t want to weird-out your day completely. I miss you, but I�m not an idiot. If you don�t want to talk to me, send a reply with a tag-line like �you crack-whore, leave me the fuck alone� and I�ll get the message. I bet you didn�t know I knew words like that^^.

�Something wrong, Crawford?�

Crawford blinked, refocusing his golden eyes on the glowing computer screen. �My sister sent me an email.�

�Sister?� Schuldich asked. Crawford felt the grip on his shoulder tighten slightly. �How did she know where to find you?�

�She didn�t. This is my email address from high school. I didn�t know it still worked.�

Schuldich leant over Crawford, staring at the screen. �It seems neither did she. She tried this on a whim.� He turned to Crawford. �I didn�t know you had a sister.�

�I haven�t seen her in over ten years. Not since graduation from Harvard.� Crawford raised a finger, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. �I cut all ties to home when I joined Estet. That was the deal. No further contact whatsoever. Not even a line to let them know I wouldn�t be around. I disappeared. Frankly, I�m surprised she even tried to find me.�

�Were you two close?�

�She�s nine years younger than me. I doted on her.�

Schuldich smirked, snaking his arm around Crawford. �Somehow, I can�t see Bradley Crawford doting on anyone, let alone a little girl.�

Crawford shook his head slightly, sliding the mouse up and clicking reply. Schuldich�s eyes widened. �What do you think you�re doing?�

�Letting her know I�m alright,� Crawford replied calmly.

Are you fucking insane?�

Crawford sighed. �The reason Estet never terminated this email account was they didn�t know about it. It isn�t connected to me at all. I used a false name and address when I created it, just like my sister did. The only thing showing our real names is the greeting and closing in the body of her email to me. If I ask her not to tell anyone, including our parents, she won�t. There�s no harm in it.�

Schuldich frowned. �You trust her that much? You don�t know her anymore, Bradley. Things happen in ten years. Look at Farfarello. Ten years ago, he was Jesus-boy.�

�Point taken. However, this is Cat, not Farfarello. I�d like to think I know my sister.�

Schuldich sighed, disentangling himself from the American. �It�s your funeral if you�re caught. I�m going out.�

Well, this was a pleasant surprise. Thank you for saying you won�t pry; I�m going to hold you to it. Sufficed to say that I am well and relatively busy. I have one favor to ask in addition to the not prying. Please, keep this correspondence a secret. Don�t even tell Mother and Father. I have my reasons, and if an opportunity arises on my end to make you aware, then I will. College? My, where has the time flown? What school are you attending? Let me warn you, if it is a useless state school, I�m going to have to delete your records^^. Mother will be able to hang your diploma next to mine a year from now. Make her proud.

I trust Mother and Father are well? Are you still living in that horrible Sunshine State? I know you liked it, how I do not know. I much preferred the blustery north. How is your cat?

Forgive me, I find I don�t know what to write. Please, continue to keep me abreast of what you are doing and how school is going. I would love to hear from you, even the most trivial details. I love you all, and I do miss you.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Miss You
Date: January 23, 2001 1:07am EDT

*flings arms around you* You do not know how happy I am to hear you say that. I won�t tell Mom or Dad, if that�s what you want. This is our secret. You have NO idea how much I�ve missed you. *hugs life out of you*

We�re living in hicksville Virginia now, actually. Not quite your �blustery north� (since when did you get poetic?), but it�s closer than my Florida. It�s freezing here! What sucks though is that for all the cold, it never snows. NEVER. It�s evil like that. You�d think it could at least do that, like compensation, but no. And my poor Midnight is no more. He passed on from old age just after we moved to the Confederate Capital State. We�ve got a new cat now, a real cutie. Mom named her Jovanka. It�s weird, I know, but Mom always was a little off.

No, I don�t go to the evil that is state school. I�m at a private women�s college. It�s quiet, secluded, and boring as hell. For me, at least, since I don�t subscribe to the �weekend slut� idea. I swear, some of these girls spend their entire weekends at men�s colleges in the area whoring. They�re all a bunch of bitches. Thankfully, not everyone here�s like that. My roommate this year isn�t. She�s a total workaholic, taking 25 hours and holding down a campus job. Sound familiar, Bradley? *jabs you in ribs with elbow*

Anyway, it�s late, and I�ve got a 9am class tomorrow. I�ll talk to you later! *yawns and wave bye-bye*

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Miss You
Date: January 27, 2001 4:58am EDT

I�m sorry to hear about the cat. I know you loved him very much. I take it you don�t like Virginia very much? *innocent sarcasm* Look, Cat, I�ve mastered the art of asterisks. Your brother can now be sarcastic over the Internet. And, there is nothing wrong with working hard. Your roommate sounds like a very dedicated young woman. You could take a lesson from her. Dear God, I sound like Father, don�t I? There is so much I want to talk to you about. Do you have a boyfriend? What are your plans for when you graduate? Are you going to go abroad while you�re in school? Did you have a summer job? I�m so sorry I can�t reciprocate with information, Catherine, I really am.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Miss You
Date: January 31, 2001 3:23pm EDT
Attachments: me.jpg, folks.jpg, cat.jpg

Maybe these�ll make you feel better. Look, I�m not ten! I�m still short, though. I�m only 5�2�. The picture of Mom and Dad was taken about a year ago, for their 33rd wedding anniversary. Notice Dad�s got contacts? It�s weird even now to see him without glasses. I mean, our whole family wears them. And this is Jovanka. She�s spastic-cat. I love her to death. Hey, if you�ve got a good enough printer, you can tape these to your dresser, or something, right?

You ask a lot of questions, Bradley, do you know that? I don�t have too much time before I have to run to class, so I�ll hit one now and get the others later, okay? Re: the boyfriend thing: no. I�m not just going to leave it there, don�t worry, Bradley. I don�t whore myself out, like I said before, so it�s kinda difficult to meet any decent men. Everyone I meet in neutral settings, like the thing they call a shopping mall (it�s tinier that Kmart), gets �friendly� the minute I say where I go to school, like I�m expected to just jump them in public. It�s really sick. All the decent men are already taken, it seems, and all live far, far from hicksville. I had a couple of boyfriends in high school, but they were psycho (literally, I shit you not). I�m not really looking for a boyfriend right now, though, so it suits me fine. I have my J-pop/J-rock stars. Give me Gackt any day! Or T. M. Revolution, for that matter. Sorry, you probably don�t know who in the hell they are. Just ignore me. *grins*

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Miss You
Date: February 4, 2001 7:25am EDT

Thank you so much for the pictures, Cat! You have changed so much! You�ve turned into a fine-looking young woman. Although, I do remember your hair being much lighter�. Mother and Father look wonderful as well. I just wish Mother didn�t have such sad eyes in her anniversary picture. And your cat is cute. Why is she spastic-cat?

I�m sorry to hear about the pricks you�ve met. Maybe my friends and I will come down and relieve them of their genitalia for you. And, actually, I do know of whom you speak. One of my friends quite enjoys Japanese pop and rock music. I don�t suppose you�ve heard of a hideous group called Morning Musume? *groans* If I hear any more of it, I think I�ll pop my own eardrums. Then again, it�s better than the German techno I�m forced to endure at times. Is there something wrong with wanting to hear a little Bach every now and then?

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Miss You
Date: February 10, 2001 5:56am EDT

I hate not being able to sleep. I woke up an hour ago and can�t for the life of me sleep. My roomie�s still dead to the world. Lucky bitch. Do you ever get insomnia, Bradley? Doesn�t it just suck?

Thanks for the sympathy about the �pricks.� Would you really? Please? I can give you a list of names and addresses^^. Geez, you�d think I was hiring a hit-man, or something. Maybe I can ask my friend Grace. Her dad has friends in the Mafia. Don�t you dare knock Morning Musume, they kick ass! Okay, so they�re not that great, but they�re not intolerable. Tell your friend to listen to Do as Infinity, they�re great. The CD is a bitch to find in the US, though, I�ll warn you now. Download it off Napster and burn it yourself, it�s much easier. *blinks* German techno? You�ve got some weird friends, Bradley.

Re: plans after graduation. I haven�t given them much thought. I wanted to teach for a little while, but the program here sucked big-time. Maybe I�ll do grad-school, or something. Maybe I�ll be a librarian. Maybe I�ll just win the lottery and invest it in whatever stocks you suggest, since you�re so good with that stuff, and retire in comfort at age 22. I have no clue right now.

Fucking dammit! The fucking fire-alarm is ringing NOW? I�ll talk later, I�ve got to wake my roommate up. She�s gonna hate me for this.

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Miss You
Date: February 10, 2001 4:45pm EDT

This is the day from Hell, Bradley. It HAS to be. I told you about the fire-alarm thing this morning. Well, that was just the beginning. It turns out that someone�s incense burner fell off her dresser and onto some report she left lying on the ground. So, there really was a fire, but it was a teeny tiny little thing. All the firemen had to do was thump it with a heavy cloth. We were standing outside in our pajamas for two hours because of it though. Two fucking hours! Do you have any idea how COLD it was?! It was 13 degrees Fahrenheit! 13! And I only had on my pajamas, a robe, and flip-flops, because that�s the first pair of shoes I found. It was horrible. But wait, there�s more!

Greek sucks. I mean, it REALLY sucks. We had our first test the other day, which I did study for. I swear I did! I went for tutoring sessions, I recited forms, I made fucking flashcards, the works! And, what did I get on said test? A seventy-fucking-two. I HATE GREEK!!! *takes deep breath* Sorry. My professor wants me to do bi-weekly tutoring sessions now, not just weekly. And he�s given me a drill book to work with outside of class. Hello, I have five other classes? One of which is his stupid Latin class!

I also had my math class today. Damn general education requirements. Can I just banish them to the seventh level of Hell, please? I�m taking pre-calc, which is all like algebra, which I sucked at in high school, and I suck at now. Why me? Our professor went over something today, I don�t remember what, because it flew so far over my head I could only make it out as a dot.

I�m sorry, Bradley, I don�t mean to dump on you. I�ve been having some issues lately, so I don�t want to bring this up with some of the girls around here. And Mom and Dad hate when I bitch. I�ll talk to you when I�ve calmed down some. I think I�ll go smoke for a while.

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Talk to me, Cat
Date: February 14, 2001 8:30pm EDT

�Dump� on me, by all means. I�m glad you feel you can talk to me about things that concern you. Your day did sound awful. If it�s any consolation, I wasn�t very good at pre-calculus either. One of my friends is dealing with some difficult school-related things right now too, so I have an idea of how frustrated you feel.

I apologize for replying so late to your emails. Things have been coming up here that have made it impossible to get near a computer for non-work related uses the past few days. What are these issues you�ve been having? I understand if you don�t want to talk about them at all, but please don�t think that you�re burdening me with your problems. I want to help you in any way I can, even if it is just being someone you can bitch to with no problems.

On a somewhat lighter note, my friend said to tell you he does indeed have the CD by Do as Infinity. He�s rather proud of this, actually.

Happy Valentine�s Day, Cat. I hope Mother sent you chocolate. Is dark chocolate still your favorite? I remember trading with you when we were younger, because we always got mixed bags of candy. You couldn�t stand the white chocolate pieces, and I hated the dark chocolate. *smiles fondly* Have a piece of virtual-dark chocolate. *feeds you square of dark chocolate* Am I being too silly? Schu thinks so.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: February 19, 2001 9:35pm EDT

Thanks, Bradley. I really appreciate you saying I can talk to you. There has just been some shit going on lately. One of my friends and I had a major fight about a week and a half ago, and it�s really been bothering me. It was over something stupid, too. But, she�s been saying shit to some of our mutual friends about me, and they�re not willing to hear my side of things now. I�m feeling sort of alone at the moment. I�m glad I�ve got you to write to, or I think I�d go insane. I don�t really want to go into it at the moment. And, classes are still being a bitch.

*rereads previous message and smiles* Schu? Who is this Schu? A friend of yours? Significant other? *nudges you in the ribs* With a nickname like Schu, you two must be pretty close^^. But, I said I wouldn�t pry, so I�ll quit with the questioning. I�m just glad you�ve got a friend where you are that you�re close to.

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: February 25, 2001 8:28am EDT

I meant it, Cat. Anything you want to tell me, I�m more than willing to listen. *gives you big supportive hug* I hope everything works out with you and your friends. Is there some sort of conflict mediation program at your school you could go to? I know it probably sounds odd, but they can sometimes help. My coworkers and I would go insane without intermittent mediation sessions. Perhaps you could talk to your faculty advisor? He or she could help you with your academic concerns as well. I wish I could be of more help.

I mentioned Schu? I didn�t even realize. Yes, Schu is someone I know quite well. It is nice to have friends to talk with. Perhaps if your friends aren�t listening to you and supporting you, then they�re not truly your friends. Sorry, I sound like Father again, I know. That�s the same thing he said to me when I had trouble fitting in at college. Did I tell you about that ever? You may have been too young at the time. Let me know and I�ll tell you the sordid story^^.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: March 1, 2001 4:15pm EDT

Thanks for the advice, Bradley. I did talk to my advisor. She thinks I should get a peer mentor/tutor to help with my math and Greek. She even called our resource center to set me up an appointment, since I was kinda blubbering incoherently at the time. I had a break-down in her office. I felt really embarrassed, but she was cool with it. Apparently she gets it a lot. She�s one of the best faculty advisors on campus, so people go to her all the time with problems. I promise I�ll tell you the whole thing once it�s all worked out, okay? I swear. What would I do without you? Seriously, you�ve been the voice of reason for me lately.

What sordid story is this, Bradley Randolph Crawford? I know nothing of a sordid story in your past. Remember, I was but a tender child of ten when you left. I wasn�t allowed to know juicy details or things of sordid nature. You tell, then I�ll tell, okay? And, tell Schu I said hi^^.

Did you say one of your friends has a DAI CD? Where the hell did he find it? I have searched and searched, and it�s not available anywhere? Did he import it for big bucks, or something? Lucky bastard! Mom flips out if I buy a fifteen dollar J-rock CD off of AnimeNation.com. She doesn�t get the concept that I can spend petty cash how I want. I don�t blow it, I just get a CD every month. That�s about all I buy, actually. I�m more careful than she gives me credit for. *sighs* Did she ever bother you about your money, Bradley?

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: March 12, 2001 10:18am EDT

Yes, Mother did give me a hassle about my allowance, and then about my own money. She worries unnecessarily about such things, Cat. But, that�s just the way she is, and I don�t think you can change her. She�s too set in her ways. She�ll just have to deal with it. She doesn�t control your finances, so don�t worry about her. Just say, �yes, mother,� or however you would word it, and go about your business. It worked for me.

The sordid story: I suppose it isn�t really all that sordid. I was the youngest one at Harvard at the time, remember. I was only 15 when I went, and I finished in two and a half years. My roommate and my friends were all rushing to pledge fraternities, and they wanted me to do so as well. Pledging would have detracted from my work, and I told them so. They weren�t too pleased. They wanted us to be together our whole time there, and I was spoiling it by not agreeing to rush with them. The fraternity boys lived in separate quarters, so I wouldn�t have seen them unless I pledged too. I refused, and they all got into the same frat together. They made my social life a living Hell. Since I was so young, there were very few things I could actually do, you know. Most places, you had to be at least 18. I couldn�t even get a part-time job because of my age. They were always quick to verify my age, so I couldn�t participate in anything. They also made sure any girl I was interested in knew how young I was. They were a bunch of jerks, now that I look back. I was very hurt by their actions, but I know I did the right thing. I met new friends, ones that didn�t abandon me because of my dedication to schoolwork, and it worked out fine. I do wish I knew what happened to those guys, though, just to see if they�re anywhere they thought they�d be.

Okay, your turn, little sis. Spill it^^.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: March 14, 2001 11:23pm EDT

Work must be evil right now if it took you that long to reply. Don�t get too stressed out, Bradley. It sounds like those guys were evil! Someone ought to teach them a lesson. Although, given that they are jerks by nature, they�ve probably forgotten the whole thing. *rolls eyes* Stupid people suck.

Anyway, my classes are going much better now. My mentor/tutor person is really great. She�s taking advanced Greek, so she actually knows what she�s talking about. And, she can break it down so I actually get it. Unlike Mister-I-Have-A-Stick-Up-My-Ass. And she�s in my math class too, so she can help with my pre-calc. Can you believe I have exams in just over a month? Last week in April. The year flies by, doesn�t it?

Okay, the thing. My friend Jackie and I had a big fight over a month ago now, because she thought I was trying to flirt with her boyfriend Matthew. Let me just say that Matthew is fugly and a complete bastard. We all went out to a club, which was actually my first time at a club, by the way, and Matthew, while Jackie�s puking her guts out from some random alcoholic beverage, makes a pass at me. I told him to go to Hell, which his brain seemed to translate as �take me now, you ultimate bish.� Bastard. He grabbed me and forced his tongue in my mouth, which was absolutely the most sick thing that�s ever happened to me. Jackie looks up from puking into a bag just in time to see him doing this, and assumes I�m the one at fault, because her Matty could never even conceive of cheating on her. So, she tells everyone that I�m a big slut, and no one listens to my side of it. Well, a few people did, but most of my friends took her side. We�ve since quit hanging out. She even quit the fencing team just to get away from me. It�s not fun being called a slut by your former best friends, or by random strangers. It�s gotten better now, though. She broke up with Matthew last week, because she caught him with a girl from another school, ironically enough.

We have our room lottery in a few weeks. I have a pretty low number, so I�m hoping I can finagle a single out of them this year. Roommates are okay, but I need space, you know? There�s one dorm with singles as big as some of the doubles, which would be awesome. Then, I could put up all the posters I want. My roommate asked me to take down a few of them, because she said they distracted her while she was studying. I took down one, to oblige her. But, can�t she just go to the library? Or, turn her back to my half of the room? I�m not being weird, am I?

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: March 18, 2001 10:47am EDT

Work has been very hectic, yes. I�m dead tired right now. I want nothing more than to go and take a hot bath, have a cup of tea, and curl up in bed for ten or twelve hours. Hopefully things will calm down soon.

That sounds like an awful situation. I hope it�s really getting better. *makes note in black book to take out Jackie and Matthew next time in the area^^* And, I hope you get your single. Lots of images would distract me, yes, but if they�re on your side of the room, she could do other things to avoid them. It�s not like your posters are on her side, right?

What are your plans for the summer? Do you have a job lined up? A class you�re going to take? I may try to finagle something myself, if I know what you�re up to. I know I shouldn�t, but I miss you. Maybe if things go according to plan, I won�t have to be so secretive in future.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Talk to me, Cat
Date: March 22, 2001 4:14pm EDT

*pats you on the back* Poor Bradley. I hope you get a good vacation when this big whatever-it-is at work is over. You deserve it, I know. You could visit? Really? Please! Do you have any idea how much I miss you? I haven�t seen you in so long. I think I�m working up at the dollar store again. Yeah, big fun, I know. Hey, it pays. Not too well, but it pays. If you�re going to finagle, though, I can change my plans to make it easier on you. I can�t write too much now, though, because I have a meeting with my tutor at 4:30. I�ll talk later! I hope your thing goes well!

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: You there?
Date: April 7, 2001 4:25pm EDT

Bradley? I don�t mean to bugger you if you�re in the middle of something, but you haven�t written in a few days. I know you said something big was going down, but I just wanted to see that you were okay. I get worried for no reason, sometimes. Write me back soon, okay?

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: It�s done
Date: April 10, 2001 8:17am EDT

We did it, Cat. We did it! I don�t want to go into it over email, but we�re free now, all of us. We�re going to be finishing things up here over the next week or so, and then we�re hopping a flight to Berlin, to clean up one last thing. You have no idea how relieved we all are. I know it�s an odd request, but is there anywhere near your school we could stay when we�re done? Any little hotels or bed and breakfasts? Please let me know soon, Cat. I really want to see you. Now that this is finally done, I can start rebuilding my life again. I miss you. I miss Mother and Father. Don�t tell them yet, though, I want to get a few more details worked out before they find out I�m coming home, like, how to explain certain things.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: It�s done
Date: April 11, 2001 10:38pm EDT

You�re coming home? *hugs you tightly* Bradley! I looked into the hotels around here, and there�s not much. There�s a Holiday Inn a few miles from school, and I think a Motel 6 up the turnpike. Do you want me to make the reservations, since it�s a local call for me? The rooms at Holiday Inn are cleaner, I know, and are only about $65 a night. How long are you going to stay? When are you coming? Where are you coming from? What the hell do you mean by rebuilding your life? And, who�s the �we� that�s coming home with you? Is Schu coming?

Completely off the topic, I did get a single for next year. It�s not a big as I would have liked, but it�s MINE. Four walls just for me. The room�s about 7.5� by 12�, which isn�t too bad. It�s almost a square, right? I can�t wait to see you!!

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: It�s done
Date: April 15, 2001 10:29am EDT
Attachments: schwarz.jpg

Please, if you could put the reservations in my name at the Holiday Inn. There are four of us, so we can stay two to a room. Remember to ask for two single beds in each room. We should be arriving on the 24th. That�s not cutting into your exams, is it? When do you go home for the summer? Tell Mother we can give you a ride, if it will be easier on her. Yes, you can tell Mother and Father now. Just say �Brad and a few of his friends from work are coming down for a visit, and they�re picking me up from school on the way. He promises to explain everything when he gets in,� or something like that. You know what they�ll swallow better than I do.

The �we� does include Schu, yes. His name is Schuldich, and he�s been my closest friend, co-worker, everything, for the past seven years. I hope you�ll like him. The other two are also friends and co-workers, a young man by the name of Jei Farfarello, and a young man by the name of Nagi Naoe. Nagi-kun�s actually only a few years younger than you. He�s seventeen, turning eighteen this year. They�re all eager to meet you. I�ll admit, Schuldich was a little hesitant about our correspondence at first, but he�s fine now. He was afraid it might jeopardize our work, but, and I really hope you don�t mind, I let him read parts of your emails. Just the parts where you said you wouldn�t ask me about what I was doing. That made him feel much better.

The picture is of the four of us. Nagi set up a digital camera to take it. Schuldich is the one with the bright flame hair. It�s actually a greenish-brown, which looks much better, but he insists on dyeing it. Farfarello is the one with the eyepatch and scars. He hates being described like that, but it was the easiest way to point him out in the picture. Nagi is the one with the brown hair and large eyes. He�s wearing his high school uniform. As usual, your brother is on the end, and wearing the Crawford trademark glasses. You said Father got contacts? That is going to be odd to look at.

We�re leaving for Berlin on the 19th, and I won�t have Internet access while we�re there. Send me an attached file of your address and telephone number, and encode it with a password, so we can call when we get in. Leave me a clue to the password in your email. Don�t go making it too hard, now. Remember, you want to see me.

Brad

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Info for you
Date: April 17, 2001 4:51pm EDT
Attachment: info.txt

Okay, Bradley, here goes: It�s the name of a song by Megumi Hayashibara, one of my favorite female J-pop artists. The name is two words: MY cat�s name, and my favorite color. There�s an underscore between the words. I�ve made your reservations for the 24th, just like you said. You can check in anytime before midnight. You better come see me when you get in! I mean it! I don�t care what time of day it is, give me a call and I�ll let you on campus.

I can�t wait to meet everyone. Nagi, Jei, and Schuldich all look like nice guys from your picture. Since you called him Nagi-kun, I assume he�s Japanese, and that he�s the one who was into J-pop and J-rock bands. Can I copy his DAI CD? Please, Nagi? And Schuldich is German, right? His name sounds German. Is he the one who forced you to listen to German techno? I feel your pain. Anyway, yeah, it�s in the middle of finals, but they�re self-scheduled, and I�ve already planned them around your arrival. I�m going to talk to Mom later tonight, so I�ll tell her then. I can�t wait to see you! Love you, Bradley!

Catherine

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Last email for now
Date: April 19, 2001 12:30am EDT

Thanks to Nagi, the password was easy to crack. You�d better be glad he�s a drooling fan of Megumi. I had no clue what you meant. Thank you for the information, though. I promise we�ll call as soon as we�ve landed and gotten our luggage. Right now, our flight is scheduled to get in around 2:45 in the afternoon. We�ll all go out for dinner together. Oh, we�ll need directions when we call, since we�re renting a car. Let�s hope I remember how to drive on the right side of the road after being in Japan all these years!

I hope Mother didn�t give you too hard a time on the phone. I also hope she and Father took it well. We�ll see soon enough. I won�t be able to contact you until we land in the US, so this is the last email, for now. I can�t check it while we�re in Berlin. One quick thing: don�t call Farfarello Jei. He uses it for documentation only, not for everyday use. He hates it. Just call him Farfarello, or some cutesy-shortened form. He�s used to it, and it will make him feel more welcome. Trust me. We�ll see you in a few days, Cat! I love you too.

Brad