Love's Long Gone, but She Still Begs
During a rainstorm, I wait at a bus stop for three hours, but Joanne Sanders never shows up to keep her promise to pick me up.
Just as I'm about to hail a cab, I see her secretary post an update on social media. In the photo is a familiar car dashboard.
The caption reads, "Thanks to my boss for driving me home!"
In the past, I would have bombarded Joanne with calls and messages, demanding an explanation.
But this time, I simply move my finger across the screen and like the post.
After I leave without a word, carrying my luggage with me, she panics and searches for me everywhere.
She says, "I can change. Please don't leave me."