Dear Queenie,
A favorite lady friend of mine is suffering from what I call the Madame Butterfly syndrome. Living close to the shore, she believes that one fine day her lover will appear and sweep her off her feet. It is true that one day a Belgian shipwrecked sailor did make his desperate appearance at her homestead wearing little more than a microscopic speedo. But is that any motive to confuse idealism with fantasy?
I love this person very much, but how can I persuade her that life is not a bowl of roses and that romance is not the product of an over-imaginative brain? Even so, whereas one should not look desperately for love, love has a way of finding you!
Queenie, what do you think?—Puzzled and perplexed
Dear Queenie,
I’ve been dating the guy who was my sister’s boyfriend years ago when they were in high school. Now she is married to someone else but she is all mifted about us being together.
Queenie, what’s her problem?—Puzzled sister
Dear Queenie,
My husband’s brother and sister are both divorced and are living together in the house their parents left to all their children when they died. My husband has no problem with this, but I think it doesn’t look right.
Queenie, what do you think?—Suspicious
Dear Queenie,
I’ve been dating the guy who was my sister’s boyfriend years ago when they were in high school. Now she is married to someone else but she is all mifted about us being together.
Queenie, what’s her problem?—Puzzled sister
Dear Queenie,
My husband’s brother and sister are both divorced and are living together in the house their parents left to all their children when they died. My husband has no problem with this, but I think it doesn’t look right.
Queenie, what do you think?—Suspicious
