“I never should have sent that letter to that psycho ex-boyfriend of mine”. Helga was always about something. “Why,” I sighed, “ what did the letter say?” I didn’t want to know the answer, but I knew she would keep talking until I asked. “ It doesn’t matter what the letter said, it’s what it meant.” “ What are you talking about?” “ Well, he and his buddies were going camping this weekend, and I sent him a letter to tell him to have a good trip, but just after I put it in the mail, he called my brother, and I found out that the buddy he was bringing was a girl, and he wanted to know how to light the wood stove at the cabin.” “Well, so what?” She started to splutter. I stopped her and may have ruined our friendship by saying, “Did someone tell him how to work the stove?”