This is the way I heard it.

Julia stepped out of her tent after Don and marveled at the sight before her.

A sloping hill covered with wildflowers, a pristine beach, an unlimited view.

Bill was a catch, no doubt about it, but his proposal had taken her by surprise.

Now, having slept on it, Julia was still undecided.

Bill was the kind of guy who believed a man's home was his castle, which begged the question,

did Bill see himself as a king?

If so, what did that make her?

Bill's happy little homemaker?

Coincidentally and fortuitously, Julia held in her hands a copy of yesterday's San Francisco

examiner, which Bill had left on her suitcase.

On the front page, just below the fold, was an article entitled Rules and Advice for

Wives.

It wasn't really an article.

It was more like a public service announcement, printed for the edification of America's

aspiring homemakers.

Did he intend for her to see these rules before he popped the question?

Julia didn't know, but she perused the rules, nevertheless.

One, don't be extravagant, nothing appeals more strongly to a man than the prospect of

his own economic independence.

Two, keep your home clean.

Nothing is more refreshing to the eyes of the tired, nerve-racked husband than the sight

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