Story of my life

Chapter 5

They were an odd couple. Mrs. D was a beautiful

blonde and friendly as can be, and Mr. D was

quiet, reserved, and hard to read. I really enjoyed

waiting on them, though, and I found it amusing

when Mrs. D would occasionally mention their son

in California and how perfect he and I would be for

each other. She mentioned this to me on at least

two or three occasions, but I always laughed and

just politely reminded her that I had a boyfriend. I

came to find out later that, in actuality, Mrs. D

talked a whole lot more about Matthew and I one

day meeting than I ever knew at the time; Mr. D

now says he had to hear about it every single time

they came to the restaurant, and Matthew, when he

was in town, would always go to eat there and

would hear about me then, too. But for some

reason, I was never working when Matthew

happened to stop in with his parents, and our

paths never crossed.

But then one day, on January 19, 2009, our paths

DID cross. And to make it all the more strange, I

wasn’t even working that day—the encounter was,

TRULY, by chance.

Little did I know when I woke up that morning,

Martin Luther King Day and a university holiday,

that my life was about to be turned upside down.