Allie called while the house-cleaners were here.
I was excited. "One of them named her dog 'Poindexter!'" I exclaimed. Previously, no woman hadn't at least loathed that name.
"Ooooh, we just might have your dream woman. Is she single?"
"She's 18."
"So much the better. Now if only she were married, she'd be your perfect match."