THE MASK stands on the sidewalk waiting for THE MESSMAKER to return from the convenience store. She is purchasing a carton of Virginia Slims for tonight’s party. He spots a folded paper on the ground by the bus stop sign. It reads:
Dearest LL, although I explained to you the situation several times last week, you don’t seem to understand. I am NOT in love with her…but I love her. I owe everything I have to her. What we had was what we had. Please don’t write anymore. I do love you and it makes it much more difficult for me.