She may have seen his face a million times, but standing there in the mobbed airport terminal, her nerves were getting to her. She was anxious to see the man for whom she'd shared so many amazing words, so much friendship. "What the hell are you afraid of?" she kept repeating in her head, not that her brain was listening. It was only a wedding date. He simply needed a warm body to sit in the pew with. He wasn't coming all this way just for her. Right?
This article appears in Jun 24-30, 2009.