Lori kissed me on the check and darted across the street. Just like that, she was gone. It had crossed my mind more than once that a search for a fourth-grade sweetheart does not indicate an entirely level mind. But where there had once been romance, I had faith that some feeling remained. I was determined to travel to wherever the winds of fate had taken her, and then . . .
Phone calls to the old school and past acquaintances turned up nothing.
Within an hour of my call, the company had tracked Lori. Until then, my pursuit had been half based on whimsical fantasy, but the address was a frighteningly real piece of information. But it would be stupid to finally get this close to Lori and then stand on the precipice, forever wondering. An entire afternoon was spent on that letter. I mailed it for overnight delivery.