Monday, 5 November 2012
I don't like to inquire too curiously into your affairs, said the lady to her husband. But something's been bothering me for days.So? said the husband, Tell me all about it.You got a letter last Friday, the lady said. It was perfumed. It was in a girl's handwriting. I saw you oped it, you broke into a sweat. You turned white. Your hands trembled…For goodness'sake, who was it from and what did
