
Dear Matey,
I am stumped!
I have to keep this one short, as I haven’t got much time today. My ex-wife is coming!!!!!
Yeah friend, somehow she found out where I’m staying and sent me a note that she’ll be here pronto! Who the heck told her where I am? I wonder…
Anyway yeah, good ole Matilda is coming to Barbados. That’s right. Only one way she coming here to a little island where the heat will melt her buttermilk skin–TO GET HER HANDS ON MY MONEY mate. That means someone told her. I wonder…
This is my private seat by the way. This tree stump. I found it here on the beach (not telling where) and it is a godsend. I sit here some days for hours just staring out at the big wide ocean. It’s got a hole where I stash my papers when I go for a swim. Think I’ll have one now. Just to clear my head. I haven’t got much time. I have to decide soon. Once and for all. Am I staying? ‘Cause if I am, all hell could break loose… over there…
But this new Mistress of mine, Barbados, really doesn’t want me to go. And you know what Matey? I don’t want to go either. There. I’ve said it.
Hehheh I wonder what the ‘Ex’ will make of her?
Pray to God she doesn’t come. Maybe a bug will get her. Heh heh.
Check you soon Matey. Have to go,
Mac
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