"Okay. Great." She runs her finger over the page until she reaches the end of February, pauses, then flips to March and keeps going. March yields a slight hesitation around the 16th, but then she shakes her head and moves on. April, May, and June pass without comment. On the first of July, she says, "Stay at home then too."

Finally she stops in late August.

"There's a wildly slim chance you'll meet somebody very, very good for you," she says. "Sometime in this week... likeliest on Wednesday. Any ideas what you might be up to?"