Madelyn's eyes, which had shone with recognition, gradually lost their light as she apologized, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

The young man, seeing Madelyn walking away, hurried after her on his motorcycle. "Miss, where are you going? Let me give you a ride. Or maybe I could get your number?"

Madelyn meandered without direction. "I'm married. My husband would be angry if he knew about this."

The young man expressed a hint of regret. "Oh, that's too bad."

Madelyn offered a weak smi