The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 21, 2004

Bonatti Grey

Well my accountant just called and gave me precious little notice that I'll be taking delivery of the 2005 Rover this afternoon. Manolo was onto me as has included a brochure on the breakfast tray every morning this week. I don't know where he got so many. I think he may be a shareholder. Anyway, I had been reading the thing with the intensity of a preacher in a whorehouse. I won't have time to enjoy it since Mary Ellen has Constance and I departing for the continent late Christmas day. Flying at night is always preferable, particularly when you are flying commerical. Much to Manolo's annoyance, Johnny Reilly will be hosting a Christmas party at the house. My only request was that he not use my santa suit. It's for his protection, Diary, make no mistake.