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Susan had said she’d be over at six AM, and I was up and waiting.
I’d met her on a Sunday ski trip, one of those chance meetings in a lift
line. It was one of those days when only serious skiiers were on the
slopes, and with her ski mask, parka and goggles, I really didn’t find
out what she looked like. We’d chatted as we rode the chairlift up the
mountain, and we’d run into each other again after lunch and skied
together for an hour or so.
By the time I gotten to my car for the drive back down I-70 toward
Golden, I’d learned her first name and the fact that she was a Denverite.
I also knew that she was single and available, and I guess she knew the
same about me. Without her last name, though, I hadn’t imagined I’d see
her again until her call yesterday when she invited me on a ski trip.