"I'm composing marriage vows. I plan to leave them on my husband's girlfriend's voicemail. I write: 'At first you were a light in a dark time… As times brightened and darkened again, you remained constant and needed, a spring sun. Does the sun delight in what it warms? But I aspire to be more than a grateful recipient of your warmth. I will be to your sun a second sun, and transmit back all the light you've given me, so that we can give not out of need, but out of delight, endlessly.' I call the number and listen to her voice on the answering machine. Oh, that accent! … I can't marry this woman, it's hopeless."