Foretaste
"Love you!" I called as I came through the door one Wednesday evening. My wife, Jeanette, came in from the kitchen. She had something in her hand as she hugged me. The welcome- home kiss was wet and warm, even though I couldn't really feel her shape through my rain coat. Jeanette handed me the letter from my dissertation adviser as soon as I'd shed that coat and my sports jacket. "You could have opened it," I told her. She shook her head 'no.' Her aversion to opening other people's...