“Call me when you get home,” he shouted as Marco stepped onto the train. He watched as it pulled out of the station, taking his fiancé far away from him. 5
“What do you mean you don’t think you will be able to come?” Dean exclaimed. It had been several weeks since their New York reunion, and he had called Marco hoping for better news.
“I’m sorry. I tried. But Christmas will be in the middle of the week. There is no long weekend. And my boss won’t give me any time off the week after the holiday as there is another big convention coming up out of town the first week in January, and we will be putting in full days the last week of the year finalizing everything.”
“Where are you going this time?”
“Atlanta.”
“Isn’t there ever a convention in New York?”
“No. Not since I’ve worked for the company, anyway. How about you, could you get any time off and come to Boston?”