Last night, I was browsing through the table of contents in a book of Russian folk tales. (I realize how dull this makes me sound. Let’s spice it up… How about, “I was browsing through a table of contents while surrounded by meat pies and millionaire spies.” Too much? Ah. Well.) Anyway, the listing for “Wife” was just too good not to share.
Wife, 282, 369
Lover of Fairy Tales, 308
Obviously, she’s a handful, but she also sounds like a delightful party guest.