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When I got off the phone I just sat there and waited. Each minute that passed, I was getting a little more angrier and upset and worried all at the same time. But by 9pm, the flight to New Orleans was taking off and there was no sign of her. So I got up and got in my car and headed back the way I came. I spent the whole night stopping at every motel and hotel to see if she was staying the night there but everyone told me that they hadn't seen her. And they would definitely remember someone who looked like she did. One creep almost got punched in the face at how he drooled at her photo. That was until I mentioned that she was my wife and I looked deadly serious at him and he backed off a little. I headed back to Boston and I bought a ticket for the first flight to New Orleans. It's almos