Anticipation and Gratification
Anticipation (Bill’s story) “Meet me – in the bar by the main lobby – airport hotel – 8pm tonight” The note was signed “A Dear Friend” – not much to go on, I thought. The note, handed to me by the waiter where I had stopped for lunch at a downtown diner, seemed to be clearly in a woman’s handwriting, which didn’t tell me much. I lived in a big city, but didn’t really know all that many people as casual acquaintances – much less many women that I would call “a dear friend”!