Standard: Chapter 8: Still Can`t Be Mad

"Hey Anne!" Yelled Marco, waking Anne up for the third time. It was 5:00 AM in New York. "What...What..tie...is...here?" Sleep-talked Anne. "5:00 AM. Anyway, you know that lady I met yesterday? I saw her in the lobby. She`s staying here, too! She asked to see the article in the yearbook about Joan. She wrote you a note." replied Marco. "Huh? Oh, OK. Gimme." Anne grabbed the note:

Anne,

You still can`t be mad. It`s been like 10 years (I wasn`t very good at math!). I`m sorry. You can mad all you want. I just need to tell you something. Marco told me alot about you. He said you were about to get married. I have some suggestions for that. He also said you forgive and forget. Me too. Let me say my side, and you say yours. Please come to room 334 on the 3rd floor by 10 AM today. If you come before noon, I`ll make your favorite recepies. When you were sick, I made you noodle soup and for desert, double devil chocolate cake with strawberry ice cream, remember? At least call me @ 786-909-3321. Please, please, PLEASE with a cherry on top? Call before 10:00, OK?
Well, bye.

Your X-BFF,

Joan :)