Two days later, the phone rang. It was his dear college friend Von, wishing him a happy wedding. “Hey, what’s up?” Von started. You could never have guessed English was his second language. A steady diet of American and British programs, and liberal use around his home in Sri Lanka, had prepared him well for his American trip. After his initial shyness led him to be dubbed “The Brown Recluse,” he never missed a chance to come to the drawing room or the bars and diners on the Strip and socialize. “So Peter Parker’s found his Mary Jane?” “She’s in my web, Von.” “Well, don’t let her slip away,” he quipped. “No bridge diving without a bungee! Although I can understand a girl diving off the George Washington Bridge to get away from your diatribes.” “Aw, get stuffed, Von. She’s such a sweet, down-to-Earth chick. I can’t wait for you to meet her. We met last month.” “Wait, are you doing this for a green card or something?” joked Von. “Yes, and I rushed the date before...