She opened the envelope and screamed.
"I won! I won!" Curt's ears perked up and he looked over to see Miriam jumping up and down, holding a letter in her hand. He shrugged and went back to reading the daily news.
"Curt! Darling! Did you hear? I won!" Miriam continue to shout. Her wrinkled hands clutched the now crumbled letter. The perm her hairdresser had so fastidiously created fell slightly with each jump.
"I heard." Curt sighed. The Red Sox had lost last night and even though he had watched the entire game, he read through the article.
"Don't you want to hear what I won?" Miriam demanded. She put her hand on her hip, creasing the lines of her pleated pants in the process.
"Of course, darling." Curt answered dutifully. The next article was about some sportscar racer. He sighed heavily. Curt missed the days when the sports section was dedicated to actual sports. Basketball, baseball, football; those were real sports. Not this fancy car racing.
"$16 million dollars!" Miriam continued. She read the entire letter to Curt who looked up to feign interest every couple of seconds.
A knock at the door interrupted them.
"Mr. Forster? Mrs. Forster? Are you in there?" A woman's voice came from behind the door.
"We're in here, Mary." Curt answered as Marion prattled on, "Mary, could I ask you a favor?"
"Anything, Mr. Forster."
"Watch the mail. Miriam believes these scammers."