January 14, 2007
Dearest Speed,
You? At a loss for words? Somehow, I find that very hard to believe. I can recall many times when all someone had to do was ask you about racing. In fact, I seem to recall a similar situation happening yesterday, around that pretty girl . . .
And don't worry, Speed. I'm not mad about it. Not after I'd received your letter. You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say those words. I mean, it does bother me when you flirt with other girls . . . and it would please me if you stopped, but I can't ask you to do that. I know that's now part of your image as a race car driver. You are, by far, the most approachable driver out there and that's saying a lot.
Shopping? But I don't need a new dress! I have plenty of them. But if you wish for me to do that, then I will. For you and for Valentine's Day. So long as you buy a new suit. I'm sorry, my love, but I don't want to be the only one overdressed.
XOXOXO,
Trixie