15 – Fredi at the Firm
November 1992 – Oakland
Classic Fredi. She enters the conference room and stops in her tracks. “It smells like men in here…Barf!”
Fredi’s got a Santa's list of men waiting to sleep with her. She’s so vain that she submitted a photo with her law-school application. Bleach-blonde.
They don’t teach manners in Piedmont evidently. Overheard at various times: "You're ugly... You're a pig saddling up to a trough...You're losing your hair. That's why you don't wash it."
Who says these things...as an adult? I suppose a princess. She’s far from perfect, a little stiff actually. One time she asked in disbelief –
“How can you go home and write at night? Don’t you get sick from writing all day at the job?”
“No...Sometimes I type.” Ha-ha.
“I fail to see the humor.”
Larger ha-ha’s!
Frozen stare.
We have this Moonlighting sexual tension thing going on.