What should I do about these feelings that make me want to reach across the miles, whole states even, rip out his liver and feed it to him with fava beans?

Abby, it would be wrong  to commit mayhem on another human being, mainly because I'd get caught and put away in the Julia Tutwiler Prison for Women, an awful place that smells like the walls were painted with boiled cabbage.

This man, Abby, is so undeserving of my beautiful, smart, accomplished friend.

Part of my rage…