Mary Ann Schaeffer, Annie Burrows. The book club and pies out of potato peelings (№ 204682)

Started. I gave a speech: nobody will marry a person whose main happiness in life - to peel anything for birdies and balls. Rob retorted: vixen, black stockings. Well, in that spirit. Love rapidly went downhill. Perhaps only our common thought was, "what the hell, we talked a lot for four months?" Do what?