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It was the largest bonus ever given to a non attorney staff member. Additionally, she also received a check that was a bonus given merely in appreciation and not related to performance, a check for $1,000. Her thoughts kept flitting to what she might do with the money, but she decided to put it into the bank so that it could start collecting whatever interest was to be had.
     
    New Year’s Eve was actually fun, everyone she enjoyed, some she had not seen for many months, all casual. But she felt as though she was missing one arm. Everywhere she looked, she thought she saw him, remembering that day just five weeks earlier when she’d first known his presence. The group played charades and enjoyed the foods. Brenda had done it casually this time, various pizzas, appetizers, beer and wine, no hard liquor, but everyone was happy. 
     
    They all starting leaving around 2:00 a.m. and friends of Alison’s said they would drive her home. No one mentioned Rick, nor did she, and she was happy Brenda didn’t say anything either. She slept late and went from one football game to the other, feeling a bit restless, rather surprised at not even having a text message from Rick to wish her a happy New Year. She tried to not dwell on it too much, realizing that time with his kids was probably the total preoccupation. 
     
    Since New Year’s day fell on Friday, it was another long weekend, lots of football, but Alison also decided to use the time to ground herself again, feeling a bit out of kilter, something she couldn’t explain. It was, she finally acknowledged, more like a sense of foreboding, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. The weekend was put to good use and she again felt like her life was under control. All the laundry was caught up, and she’d even worked on some financial things to prepare for tax season. By Monday morning, she was definitely ready to go back to work.
     

Chapter Six
     
    The days were not hectic in the office although she knew they would be as everyone got back into the groove. The party’s over, folks. Get with it. Monday and Tuesday went by with no word from Rick and she was then becoming concerned, enough so that Wednesday morning she called his cell phone. He answered hurriedly.
     
    “Hi, it’s Alison. Sounds like you’re in a hurry, but I just wanted to be sure that everything is okay with you. I hope I didn’t bother you.”
     
    “Ali, sorry, it’s just been nuts. All is well, had a good vacation with the family, kids are going back to school this weekend. How about if I catch up with you then, okay?”
     
    She took a deep breath.
     
    “Of course, whenever you can. Take care.” 
     
    Alison hung up without waiting for an answer, trusting her intuition that something had changed and he seemed remote, something she’d never experienced with him. But who was she kidding. She’d known the man such a short time so how could she ever know what was normal for him.
     
    By the end of the week, Alison knew that something was definitely wrong and she realized for the first time, facing it squarely in the face, that she and Rick were no longer. It was over. She knew it in her gut and her heart. She just didn’t know why. She did not hang around over the weekend waiting for the phone to ring, although he would know that she would be watching football on Sunday.
     
    He never called. He didn’t send a text message. There was no email. And he didn’t write snail mail. It was over and she knew it. And now she had to cope as best as possible and realize that for whatever reason, it had all been like a dream. 
     
    Alison checked the Boston papers the next week to see if there was anything that could give her some sense of what was happening in his life, but nothing. Nothing until the end of January when a column in the society page of the Boston Globe caught her eye.
     
    Henry and Marta Zeller announce the marriage of their daughter,  Dr. Elizabeth Marta Zeller, to Richard Westman, Sunday,