Mrs. Widmeyer:

Well, after I had searched the house for Sally and found that she had left, I returned to my room, only to hear the doorbell ring again. I sighed in exasperation, despite the fact that my doorbell does have a very pleasing sound to it.

So, I went all the way back downstairs, and opened the door to find a very handsome man standing outside. Now, my own dear darling Mr. Widmeyer (God rest his soul) passed away several years ago, and so I feel that it is perfectly appropriate to associate with other men.

“Your doorbell has a very pleasing ring to it,” he said.

“Why, thank you!” I said in my most flattered voice. “It was the most expensive one on the market, you know!”

He nodded. I was sure that here was a man who appreciated the finer things in life. “Won’t you come in,” I asked, fluttering my eyelids.

“I’d love to, ma’am,” he said.

I absolutely sighed with delight when that wonderful man set his feet on my terribly expensive carpeting.