My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to supplement both my time and pocketbook. One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and said it was easy making good tip money, so...

I stirred to the familiar sounds of creaking wood floors under her approaching footsteps. We loved the idiosyncrasies of this old house and had poured our souls into restoring it to be the place we hoped to grow old together in. Judging from the direct sunlight that crept through the blinds, I assumed it was close to midmorning. "How did I sleep this late, and so soundly?" I pondered. I was often restless when she was on...