'That fruitcake was nice, Momma,' I said. 'Aunt Mimi brought it,' said Momma. 'But don't change the subject - your aunt has something to say to you.' Oh no! She's trying to find a husband for me again! Aunt Mimi began, 'I've found the perfect boy for you, Anna. Well . . . he's not exactly young, but neither are you any more . . . and he's still got his own hair. . .' I decided I had to put a stop to this - I didn't want to meet Aunt Mimi's 'boy' even if he did have his own hair.