Paranoia For Breakfast

February, 1985

Worst thing in the world happened the other day. I was looking for a book and came across a secret cache of letters. Well, OK, one letter. The boyfriend was in England, thousands of miles away, and here was this letter I'd never seen before. Girlish handwriting. What to do?I read the breezy little missive in a flash. Old girlfriend. Pining away for him. Lying in bed, eating salted nuts, drinking hibiscus tea, thinking about him.Drinking hibiscus tea, thinking about him. The cow. The slut. The tr...