The Winter of Our Discontent
“THE HEATING BILLS ARE RUINING OUR MARRIAGE!” says a lovely young wife from Rhode Island. They were married in June, and even before the geraniums had turned to withered stalks, She began wearing turtlenecks, He stuck with his cotton t-shirts. She craved chili and spaghetti and soups, he wanted icy vichysoisse and sangria. (Not, she …