She said that her dad told her that the only chance she had was to get married. She knew her grades were not good enough to get a scholarship and trying to make it in the army was out of the question. Basic training would have been impossible. The music in the coffee shop was playing some new age American Indian song, just loud enough to be a bit distracting. She explained that she used to be captain of her high school ski team and was considered one of the most popular kids in school. But she smoked a lot of pot and her grades suffered. Now 15 years later she works for a furniture sales company. She’s been there 5 years and does a good job as a salesperson. But she wants to do something different. Possibly get a job in the fashion industry. She needs more money because she got spoiled by the dot com boom. Heck, for a couple of years, she made six figures, and she kink of got used to it. Meanwhile on the other side of town, a late twenties mother of four kids tosses and turns. It is her third night in a row without sleep. Her father’s funeral was early in the week. “Why can’t I sleep?” she thinks. “It’s driving me crazy” she thought about her father. He thought about her.