Honey Bun, what on earth has happened to you? You don't take my calls and your answering service now says you are uncontactable. The flowers I sent around came back marked "not known" and no one seems to have seen you since the Governor's Ball (except me of course!)

Surely you cannot have had a spell of bad conscience?? I mean, we are both old ebnough to know better perhaps, but then if we all took notice of that there would be so little fun left in the world, don't you think? Dammit, between consenting adults these things shouldn't become a problem anyway.

I am becoming more and more anxious about you sweetie. It is not like you to go off leaving even your answering service tongue tied for an excuse. Is something going on I should know about? I hope you have not taken up with Bill Goldman once again! He finds it hard even to raise an eyebrow these days, so I can never see the point.

Come on Honey Button. Call me back and at least let me know what has happened to you. Please put old Jamie out of his misery.

My God, what will I tell them at Cannes when they ask me what has happened to you after the night of the Governor's Ball.
We could be the talk of the Croisette!

Come on lassie, dinna be sae privy tae yersel. Whit's wi ye? Call me. Jamie x