On the nightstand I see my glasses, my cigarettes, and some mail mostly bills. I'm waiting on a call, this day is dragging on like molasses. I light a cigarette, put on my glasses, and strum through the mail. Something catches my eye I didn't notice before. It's a letter from my aunt Gail. You can bet Gail would post one snail mail, she's deathly afraid of the internet and computers. She asks me if I have any suitors, then begins to my chagrin to tell me she's engaged. She's twice my age, and I'm 35. I can't begin to imagine my dear aunt Gail being beguiled by some charlatan. I must dream up a way to intervene, but how. Not now. All I need to do is focus on that call. It can change my life once and for all.