“Always address your invitations to the man of the household,” she sang. The corners of my mouth turned down and like a reflex, my pen scribbled across the blank white envelope. “To my friend,” I thought, “Mrs. Athena Jones and Paul.”
“Always address your invitations to the man of the household,” she sang. The corners of my mouth turned down and like a reflex, my pen scribbled across the blank white envelope. “To my friend,” I thought, “Mrs. Athena Jones and Paul.”