Frances Tucker’s Account

This morning Frances Tucker showed up at Citibank a few minutes after it opened and walked up to the writing desk. There, she dug into her purse for her fountain pen, unscrewed the cap and wrote out a withdrawal slip for her entire account. She replaced her fountain pen in her purse and took the slip to the teller's window. She passed the withdrawal slip and her identification card through the window, smiled politely, and said ...

"I would like to withdraw my account."

No. 2

She squared her shoulders and faced the Reverend Wesley Parkinson. "I am a woman of 33 years, Reverend. You might have reason to think that a woman of that age would no longer expect a proposal of marriage. You'd be right. I am not expecting such an offer and I am past the age where such a proposal interests me."

The Reverend Parkinson was disappointed. He knew for a fact he would never get the appointment as Pastor of the Windmill Farms Methodist Church as a single man. Who would handle the cake fair, the attic sale, the strawberry festival ... and the children's Bible study class during the Sunday services? He must have a wife, and the quicker the better. He was sure he would be mired at the seminary forever if he didn't get himself a wife.