What if a psychic told you that you were destined to have the kind of love about which stories are written "But not until you're ready." What if she was right? As a teen mom, already ass-branded by one husband both domineering and dense as meat locker beef, Elaine stutter-stepped to independence via jobs typing letters and dialing phones for a series of mouth-breathers who believed a woman's place was under the desk, spit-shining their assets. A couple...