The mists turned to rains that continued all through that Sunday and into the next week. I maintained hope for a few days, diligently checking my voice mail and text messages, hoping for some sort of response from the woman at the park pavilion. By Thursday, I gave myself even odds that she would call. A week later, I lowered it to one in five. The following week it was maybe one in a hundred. By the end of the month, I pictured my business card faded and illegible after accidentally going through the wash. Two weeks after that I resigned myself to the fact it was probably lying at the bottom of her kitchen trash.
Almost two months to the day I handed her the card, she showed up at my door.
It was game day at the university and the football fans were out in droves. Not even the clouds an
