He had left me without saying another word and with no more knowledge of his identity than I already had. The clue of the cufflink created a terrible feeling in me. Thankfully, I didn’t have enough knowledge of the men I worked with to know exactly which man wore cufflinks like the one I saw. I would spend the next few days avoiding the men in the office. Suddenly, I didn’t want to know. I wanted only the surprise.
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A week later, I had dinner with my friend Cassandra, at Morrow’s Seafood Grill. She’d flown in from Philadelphia the day before and I couldn’t wait to see her. We were college friends, though I’d dropped out of University of Pennsylvania while she finished her degree in architecture. She had a fabulous career and a husband who made big bucks in radio station advertising.
