Her Thirties Part 91
After Abe left the hospital, I phoned Ella and informed her of the day’s events, assuring her Marilyn was safe and in good hands.
I hung around the waiting room until six o’clock when the charge nurse informed me Marilyn would probably sleep through the night. She suggested I go home and get some sleep myself.
It made sense. It had been a horrific experience and we both needed a good night’s rest. I left, stopping to pick up a pizza on the way home.
I got in just after seven, ate half the pizza watching the news, and then crashed. When I opened my eyes, it was past eleven. I decided to just go to bed.
The alarm woke me at seven, and I phoned work and left a message on Nancy’s voicemail that I wouldn’t be in again. This time I feigned sickness.
It seemed lame but not as lame as claiming urgent personal business for the second time inside a week. I rolled back over and fell back to sleep.
Just after ten, Abe phoned and informed me Charlie Forrester was nowhere to be found.
“Sorry, Pal, but you better keep an eye out until we find him—he could have left town or he may just be lying low, biding his time.”
“Great! This could go for months.”
“Look on the bright side—Cindy’s not that bad company.”
He clicked off before I could reply.
I hurriedly showered and dressed, grabbing a coffee and Danish at my local Tim Horton’s on the way to the hospital.
When I arrived, Marilyn was sitting up in bed and looking a lot more chipper than the day before.
“I guess I was in a bad way, huh?”
I kissed her chastely on her forehead. “I was worried about you, Love.”
“I’m okay. I think all of my memory’s come back—at least, I know who I was.”
“It’s who you still are,” I whispered.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not Scott. I know I was Catherine Forrester, but there’s somebody else inside me now—somebody I’ve let live here for a while.”
“Do you think by being Marilyn you might just be running away—trying to escape painful memories?”
“I wondered that too, but it’s more than that. I’ve been sitting here thinking about Mother too, Scott—how I never got the chance to grieve her.”
“I know.”
There were tears in her eyes and I felt helpless—I had no idea how to ease her pain.
“She deserved better. Living with lies and secrets all those years.”
I nodded. She looked like she wanted to talk, so I let her.
“I know Gran isn’t my real Gran—just a neighbor—but we were always close and she was more like a grandmother than I cared to admit. When I went to university, I got lost. I was trying so hard to grow up and be independent, that I forget all about me and who I was. Kind of ironic, huh?”
“I think everybody goes through that—I know I did.”
“Yeah, I know all about that—I studied it in Psychology, but like I said, it’s more than that. Sure, Gran loved to go on about Marilyn, and how they were close—and she did give me a lot of details about her life—but not anywhere near what I know.”
“So what are you saying?”
She stared out the window trying to gather her thoughts. “I guess what I’m saying is when I lost my memory and my identity, there was a big hole on the inside of me Marilyn began to fill.”
I began to shake. Dead people just don’t walk into live people’s bodies, do they?
I really didn’t want to know the answer to that question.
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Do you remember this one ... lol
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