The snow fell throughout the evening, yet it wasn't expected to stick. I was visiting my friend and his son whom he'd recently got custody of, and it was a happy time. Glancing at my watch, I bid my goodbyes, and I headed towards the door. A burst of cold air nearly knocked me down. What I saw next did the trick most definitely. The snow covered my car, the road, and everything else outside. We are not use to driving in snowy conditions where I come from, and I was in a tight spot for sure. I did the only smart thing I could, so I stayed put where I was until it was safe to drive. That didn't happen for two days. We didn't have cellphones in those days, and the power wasn't acting dependable either. The next morning, I happened to pull back the curtain and when I looked out the window, who should I see but my boyfriend in his car driving in front of the building? What on earth was he doing? He lived almost an hour away in a nearby town. As luck would have it, our eyes met, he stopped, and then he screeched off, snow flying in clumps everywhere. He must have been upset. He knew about my good friend and even where he lived. I had nothing to hide. Seeing my car parked there so early in the morning must have put all sorts of thoughts in his head. Shame on him. My mama called me later after I got home and said he'd been looking for me. I never heard back from him again. I did find a Christmas present and some mistletoe on my front porch as it was that time of year. I guess I could have called him and explained the whole situation, but looking back on it now, I'm glad I didn't. Things happen for a good reason. If he was going to think the worst, that's not a good start. It's nice that he was concerned about me, but was he, or was he checking on me?