From the July 1982 issue of True Love Magazine

 

I found love when I least expected it...

 

It wasn't exactly the exciting social life I had dreamed about when I'd made the decision to move away from home to a big city. I guess I thought I'd be going out with handsome, exciting men and having the time of my life. Instead, I worked hard at my secretarial job all day, only to go home to my apartment all by myself.

 

I knew I had been lucky to get this job, since I'd only taken high school secretarial courses; but my boss said I looked like a hard worker, and I was eager to learn. The salary was pretty good, and I had managed to find a small apartment within easy commuting distance to work.

 

Thinking about commuting brought me back to the present. If I kept daydreaming, I'd end up staying all night. I finished the letters and placed them on Mr. Thompson's desk, then quickly grabbed my coat and purse. Unfortunately, it had started to rain just as I got outside, and I didn't have either a hat or an umbrella. Naturally, my bus decided to be a few minutes early, and I wound up standing in the rain for another ten minutes before the next one came.

 

The weather was so miserable, I considered not getting off to go to the grocery store, but my growling stomach won that fight. I got off the bus and realized that the rain was starting to fall harder than ever. I shopped quickly, selecting only a few items for dinner, and then walked the block and a half to my apartment house.

 

I started to dig in my purse for my apartment key, when I noticed that my door was slightly ajar. I didn't understand. I knew I would never have forgotten something as important as locking my door.

I pushed the door open and dropped my grocery bag in horror and shock. My neat, tidy little apartment looked like a tornado had hit it! There were books and papers scattered everywhere. Read More