Wives One we had to sacrifice to Pele, golden hair stunned straight with lava-bound velocity. Alice nudged me trainsward, missed, a taxi got her. Number 3 and 4 were bonded by my fling with biotech, hindu goddess, just all arms and needs, I left. My dear Felicity died: something coronary, Chunky Monkey winding down her perfect cheeks, Oh, Rachel left me for a Yiddish folk group, Constance wasn't, Charity shared bed with Lhasa Apsos, Barbara knitted, hardly missed me, Allie joined the Shakers, sends me really stunning piesafes, I'm two months without one, don't be shy.