On My Way To Work...

Part 9

A few months later..

It's early morning when I awake to the loud sound of a fist pounding on my front door. Slowly I get up and open the door. I haven't the slightst idea who would be here.

It's Grace.

"Paul! What are you doing?  We were supposed to be at the dress shop 20 minutes ago!"

I quickly run to my closet and grab the first suit I see. After brushing my hair and taking a pee, we head off.

We hop in a car waiting out front. It only takes about 10 minutes to get there.

As Grace and I are walking in, I notice a man wave to her. He is about 22 years old or so. Tall, blond, tan. He can't be from England. The most peculiar thing about it is that she waves back.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, just someone I know."

She hasn't been talking much lately. Ever since she moved out because of the death threats she would receive from Beatles fans. It's crazy how jealous they get.  Some people just don't understand.

I just want the best for her. I can't describe how much I love her.

It's mind-blowing how much one person can love another.