Waltz of Her Life

Linda laughed. "Dying to have her come meet me?"

Lauren grinned, shaking her head. "You know."

Linda lost it immediately after that: the green of the trees and grass faded. Lauren floated away as if she'd been a picture on an old black-and-white television. It had been a long time since she'd had a visit from Lauren, and when Linda woke up, she felt sad. She found a pen.

With the notepad she kept on her nightstand, she wrote "I just found out I'll be marrying soon, and I met my future daughter. "

Who would be her husband? Would she still meet the mysterious man from the marble ballroom? Would he be the one? Whoever he was, she was going to meet him soon. At work, most of the younger doctors she came into contact with already had girlfriends or wives. All of the other women on the oncology ward with her were married to men doing mundane things such as plumbing, banking, or lawyering. Could it be a patient? She hoped not.