"Dear Fran," wrote Dee, "I'm a reader (and fan!) of your column. You've helped so many people. Now, I'm hoping you can help me.
My dream is to be a writer. For the past twenty years, I've spent the majority of my time reading romance novels. Now, I think that I am ready to write one.
The problem, Fran, is that my husband doesn't take my writing dream seriously. Every time I pick up my pen, Ed lets out a chuckle.
"You crazy woman", he says, "you spend too much time in fantasy land."
Maybe I do (with good reason!).
I'm no Nora Roberts, Fran, but I think I'm a pretty good writer. I won a contest in middle school for writing the best short story.
I think, however, that my writing ambition is causing some marital trouble. I started writing my novel last week. I snuck into the guestroom and secretly wrote a few pages in my notebook. Mysteriously, the very next day, my notebook disappeared! We live alone. Ed and I have no children. We've had no visitors (that I know of). Fran, I think Ed hid-or perhaps destroyed-my notebook.
Ed has been acting so strangely lately. I've been a housewife all of my life. Perhaps Ed fears that I will succeed in publishing my novel.
Fran, I need your advice! Should I confront Ed about the missing notebook? It was only a few pages. I can easily rewrite them. But, Fran, I can't forever be sneaking off to write my novel. Ed recently lost his job, so I am not able to write while he is working.
I would think Ed would be thrilled at the income selling a book could mean. Some romance writers earn millions, Fran! Why isn't Ed overjoyed?
Fran, I would appreciate any advice you can give me.
Rhapsody in Rhode Island."
Dee folded the letter and tucked it inside an envelope. She addressed the envelope to "Dear Fran" and left the return address blank.
Dee snuck out of the bathroom. Luckily, "Ed" was snoring on the sofa. She tiptoed past him out the front door then raced to the mailbox. She placed the letter inside the mailbox and raised the rusty red flag.
Dee pulled the newspaper out of the paper box. She wondered what Fran had to say today-and Dee said a prayer that Fran would answer her own letter soon.