Margaret ate the lobster that was intended for her anniversary dinner. She had always been a nervous eater but tonight had every reason to be. It was draft day and she had three sons old enough to go to war. Margaret played the lottery often and never won. She hoped to keep that streak going. She hovered over a small radio on the kitchen counter awaiting the announcement. Finally, the first date was called, then the second, then the third. Margaret fell to her knees in disbelief. The streak e...