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personal, but if you need a couple days off, let me know.” He smiled.
    I liked him and I loved my job. Usually everyone worked on individually assigned projects. I got to work quietly alone in my own little cubby—my computer and me. I loved history, getting away from this world and into another that made more sense to me. I didn’t want to screw anything up that would reflect negative to me or to him with his customers.
    “Hey, I am sorry, and I will get this under control. Just need to snap back. I owe you the apology for letting a silly personal thing interfere with my work. It won’t happen again.”
    He looked at me a long time. “Michelle, you never take time off, and tracking info on the computers can wear a person out. If you do need time off, just call in a let me know. Okay?” Again, he gave me that fatherly smile that I had seen before and believed was genuine.
    I got up feeling so guilty because I had this great job working for such a nice guy. “Thanks, Steve. I appreciate it. Let me work through this. I promise I will get my head on right. I’ll see that all research is done properly. I know how important the background checks are for you to your customers.”
    I heard him sigh. “Michelle, I think in some ways, I have taken advantage of you. Before you came to work for us, we just threw together brochures and pasted in photos of sites from places people might want to travel and explore. Since, then, you have taken over and researched, and pulled together information that has piqued the interest that no one else has even thought about obtaining. We have people from all over contacting us about the unique historical planned tours.”
    He looked at me and then looked down at the most recent printouts I had done. Even with the mistakes, they were colorful and interesting. “Please let me help you as much as you have helped us.”
    All I could do was nod, keeping my head down as I went back to my computer to work through lunch. I didn’t want to tell him about my strange issue at the mail drop. It was beginning to seem just too weird to discuss at this time.
    At quitting time, I decided to call Connie and tell her about the strange experience that day because she understood weird. She agreed with me that the guy was probably looking for her. She had no shame and a very large ego. She had a need for the next man in her life. We agreed to meet on Friday, this time just the two of us without a lot of bar hopping. She let me pick the spot and what we would wear so I didn’t have to go shopping. Hooray.
     
    By Friday, I had decided that I had too vivid of an imagination. I was ready to get lost in Connie’s silly fantasies. I got dressed in jeans with a tight top that had tiny straps. I grabbed a comfortable sweater that matched. I pulled out my only good piece of jewelry, a nice piece of carved jade on a long thin gold necklace. I liked it because I had always had it, and it brought out the green in my brown eyes, actually listed as hazel on my driver’s license. Hazel sounded so nice, but next to Connie’s blue eyes and heavy makeup, I still felt just normal.
    I had decided on a meal at a chain restaurant followed by a movie at one of the ABC movie houses. I loved these houses because they stacked the seats so you could always see over the person in front of you. For some reason this also seemed to cut down on the noise. The high ceiling and each row about a foot and a half higher that the next, let the sound of the rude talkers seem to get lost. You could actually hear and enjoy the movie.
    Connie was up to par. She had me laughing and wondering how such a woman as she was could really exist in the world. She talked about a new skirt, then in the next breath she talked about a new position she and her present beau were in last night. I held up my hands to indicate TMI, especially since her voice carried and those at the next table were also laughing reacting to her descriptions.
    We were late for the