"At least think about it," she said, looking not too hopeful.Barbara and I sat in front of Denise's desk. Yes, I finally did pursue it after a bit of ...hought, and while Barbara hadn't seemed enthused, she'd accompanied me to two sessions already. "Well," said Denise, "I've had the chance to talk to each of you at a bit of length, which naturally helps me determine what we can do about you two." She paused, taking a breath, then smiled. Her smile certainly encouraged me but even so, as natural. ThatI had helped Jenny move on gave me some hope. The grandmother and Icontinued talking about everything and nothing at the same time for thenext few minutes. It was then she hit me with a shocker."You know you look like one of Jenny's friends. From the pictures, Ihave seen, I could have sworn she would have been your sister, but youdon't have any you say. Do you know this friend of Jenny's, Alexa?" Iinstantly froze and began babbling incoherently. She leaned in "Relax"she said in. Keller, her neighbor pick us up on Friday afternoon.Mr. Keller worked on this side of town, even though he lived a couple of doors from Astrid. He was the maintenance supervisor at a large company and worked an odd shift. He started at 4:00 in the morning and got off at 2:00 in the afternoon, so he missed most of the traffic around the city going to and coming from work.There was a strange, somewhat beat up pickup parked in Astrid's driveway when we arrived there just before 4:00 that Friday. There was indeed some hidden attraction I felt in my heart for this boy. What was it? I tried very hard to remember, if I ever met this boy earlier in my life. I drew blank. I never had any memory of my meeting this boy.The flight attendant announced all passengers to tighten seat belts, no smoking and all the routine things they were coached to speak. I hardly heard the announcements. I was just trying to locate the boy’s identity in my memory scan. Again blank.One thing was sure. The boy.
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