My Susan
I knew I had landed a pretty special lady when I married Susan 10 years ago, but I could not have imagined what I was in for. She was special, all right, but to my taste only in the good way. Her red curls framed a pretty face. She was intelligent and full of fun, and a very easy-going person. Well educated, too. She had studied French and Italian at university, and soon she had found herself a very independent job; she would translate business papers and working manuals for different smaller...