for Rachel to come without an appointment. I told my assistant to show her in, and I fully expected to see her burst into tears and tell me some tragic story as soon as the door was closed. Instead, she practically skipped into my office, beaming with excitement. “How are you today, Rachel?” I asked. “Great!” she said. “I’ve never been better in my life. I’m getting married!” “You are?” I said. “To whom and when?” “His name is Ben,” she said. “We’re getting married in September.” “That’s exciting. How