February 21, 2007
When he’s late, she starts to imagine how she’ll describe him to the police when she calls them after the requisite 24 hours are up. Six feet tall (he isn’t, but will be flattered if and when they find him), light brown hair (it used to be blonde, but the police won’t care about that), blue eyes (like a stormy winter sea, but the police want just the facts, ma’am). She realizes that she can’t remember what he was wearing, though he was probably wearing his heavy leather jacket against the cold. The she hears his key in the lock.