Dear Ann Landers,
'm a bachelor, forty-two, and have been keeping company for three years with a pleasant but not beautiful widow who is thirty-six. We live in the same apart-ment building. About five nights a week she'd have me in for dinner. (I must say she was a fine cook.) Three times in the last month when the telephone rang she'd pick it up and say, I'm sorry but you have the wrong number. Once I stood near the phone and I heard a man's voice. After these calls she always seemed flustered. I began to suspect she was having an affair on the sly. I told her so in plain language. She broke down and cried and ordered me to leave-for good. I phoned her twice last week, but she was very distant and unfriendly. I guess I was a little hasty. Please help me fix things up.-Red

Dear Red,
Finding restaurant food a bit expensive? How could this woman be having an affair behind your back when she was feeding your face in her apartment five nights a week? And when would she have time for "wrong numbers"? You were "hasty"? Well, she was slow. She should have given you the air long ago.