Dear Ann Landers,
ou will swear this letter is a phony because my story reads like a four-bit novel, but I am begging you to take it seriously because I am on the level. I go to a well-known girls' school in the East. I became engaged to a Princeton senior three months ago. When I went to his home to meet his parents, I flipped over his father. At first I told myself it was too crazy for words and I tried to laugh it off, but I can't laugh anymore, and neither can he. We have met in Manhattan several times, and he is as zonked over me as I am over him. He wants to divorce his wife and marry me next year. My fiance knows nothing of this. I am tearing myself to pieces with indecision. Could it work? He is twenty-seven years older than I am. His wife is three years older than he is and a semi-invalid. After being with Senior, Junior strikes me as Amateur Knight. Could this marriage possibly work? Help me, please, I am not sleeping very well these nights.-Miss Icarus (GetIt?)

Dear Miss Icarus,
Yeah, I get it, and my advice is to Drop Daedalus-no pun intended. If you can't sleep now, how much sleep do you think you'll get if you allow this aging Romeo to dump his ailing wife and walk off with his son's sweetheart? The man must have rocks in his head, and you have a few sizable boulders yourself, kiddo. This whole scene is a cross between Sigmund Freud and a Greek tragedy. Forget it.