Awakenings_(1)
AWAKENINGS I really don’t know where to start with this but I have to get it off my chest or the stress will just go on. My husband is a military hardware contractor. We’ve been happily married for four years, and trust each other implicitly. His job entails a lot of travel, but that has never been a problem for me – until recently. We moved to Washington, D.C. a few months ago, where I don’t know a soul, and for some reason, making friends here is difficult. The one exception is Randy, a chef who works for one of the large hotels. He always has a ready smile when I meet him outside the condo, but until a couple weeks ago we’d never talked except in greeting. On evening I was carrying some book …