Which Reminds Me

During our first term in El Salvador, our maid's name was Betty. (Coincidentally, my mother's name is also Betty.) One day she had received a love letter from some guy down the street. She read it aloud to us without explaining what it was. The way she read it, I am sitting there thinking that this is a letter that someone wrote to me and then at the end she explains that it is for her. Ok, fine. Whatever. Anyway, I have no faith in some guy down the street really caring about me. It is all just a lie.