Talking To Strangers
Paul smiled at the irony of it all. For so many years his parents had warned him away from talking to strangers, and now he wanted nothing more than to talk to a stranger. More than that, he ached to talk to her. He had seen her every night, sitting in the same chair by the fireplace at the hotel. Every night he came down for dinner, she was there, reading a book. Every night when he stopped into the bar after dinner, she was still in her seat, still reading the book. He guessed she...