Dear Vincent Boss,
I'm no good at writing letters, but I have to try. Ever since I left La Gueule de Saturne, I've been trying to understand. You and me. What was going on between us? Often, you acted like I was the worst employee of the year, but other times, you were so kind. Like we were friends. No, more than friends. Not lovers, of course, but very close folk. I'm puzzled by your attitude towards me, and I don't have the courage to come back to La Gueule de Saturne to ask you. Anyway, if you can answer me, I'd be happy.
Your former employee,
Rody Lamoree