Dearest Dib,

Can you cook?

I have no earthquake premonitions on the docket (contrary to your claims), but my need for seed is plentiful. Perhaps some nice sunflower and pumpkin seeds stir fried in garlic and onions to lure me beyond your window sill. No sissy Corona for me. I like my beer dark and hearty.

Yes, the husband is weaponless, unless you count a quick mind, a generous heart, and the ability, after 17 years of marriage, to still make me laugh.

Don can vouch for him. We've all shared a night of sushi.

Yours in magnetite forever,

Cathryn