Good letters this week! The first one comes from a woman who recently learned that her husband has been corresponding with inmates all over the country for the past seven years. You know, about life and stuff, and the way she figured it out was having them show up at her door after being paroled like "Hey Betty, is Phil around? I need to borrow the car real quick, and by the way, how are little Jack and Sarah doing?" +10 points for social justice, but she probably would have been way less upset if he had just used his 007 PO box for mail-order porn. Prudie fears criminals, so she tells her to move and get a divorce.

Letter #2 comes from a college sophomore who followed her elder sister in living with a nice family rent-free in exchange for cooking and housekeeping. The youngest kid is going off to the military, so there's no longer a need for her services, except the wife proposes that she "stay on as an emotional and sexual companion for the husband" while she's away on business (and certainly her own long-term affairs). She's titillated by the prospect, but good luck on asking someone called Prudence to sign off on such shocking behavior. The question of "why?" seems to hang around the motivations of both of the women involved โ€” the husband's motives re: fucking the babysitter being somewhat less mysterious. My main question here is whether or not this is the only one of the two sisters they've come to an indecent arrangement with. Spicy!


Two Thanksgiving letters round out the bunch, and in the second the host is struggling over not one, but TWO convicted child molesters that she'd rather not invite to the table. Dumbass sister's dating the first one, but since he pled out to a lesser charge it was all just a big misunderstanding! Molester #2 is her uncle (presumably she's not one of his victims), and since his offense was so many years ago, grandma and grandpa won't stand for him missing out on turkey dinner. Prudie says to squelch the first invite, but work with the uncle to come up with a plan to ensure that he's never left alone with any children. Such are the compromises holidays are made of.