She had called me this morning and begged to cancel at the last minute.
It seems her boyfriend thought it was important that she attend his family's Christmas Eve gathering.
I glanced out the window of my 20 story apartment at the city below.
Given the Christmas Eve holiday, traffic was understandably light.
Now don't get me wrong -- I was also allowed most of the normal kid-type things, such as playing sports, hanging out with friends, working a part-time job to pay for my first car.
After two years of apartment living, we had saved enough money for our own little three bedroom house.
Since I don't really have a lot of attractive young women as friends, and since the agency didn't have anyone available as a substitute for Rachel (and to tell the truth, I probably wouldn't have taken a sub anyway), I called the only person I knew who could fulfill the "aesthetic" requirements of being my companion.
It was her that I was waiting on as the clock moved past .
Following a honeymoon, we established our first home. I had taken business finance classes in college, with a specialty certification in financial management.
I was fortunate enough to get a ground-floor job in a big brokerage house in a large city just 25 miles from our little small town.