Friday, June 12, 2009
"Waiting Up"
Part I: “Waiting Up” It was 11:50 p.m. and I had checked the clock on top of my computer desk nervously every few minutes since my daughter’s fiancé, Sean, had called at 11:10 to tell her goodnight before he turned in for the night. Steph had “to close” that night. That meant she should have left her store at the mall around 10:00 putting her home at usually no later than 11:00. When the call came from his house, I assumed it was Steph calling to tell me she’d stopped by to see Sean first....
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