(collage par moi)
'He was an unreliable man. For our first date he showed up one year late. Therefore, when he left, to make sure he would come back, I insisted that he leave something with me as a hostage. A week later he sent me his most precious possession: a small french nineteenth- century painting, entitled The Love Letter, that portrays a young girl who bears an uncanny likeness to me. A year passed, and on January 18th, 1992, after having rented two rings an a witness, I became his bride in a simple ceremony held at a 24-hour drive-up wedding window on route 604 in Las Vegas. Later he gave me The Love Letter as a wedding gift. I had acquired a husband but in the process had lost my guarantee that he would always come back to me.'