Andrew Neiderman by Amnesia

Author:Amnesia [Amnesia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-01-31T15:10:20+00:00

Megan was already seated at a booth when Aaron entered the restaurant. She smiled at him. The small eatery was already jammed. Another waitress, younger but far plainer-looking with dull brown hair that looked hacked around her neck by a psychotic beautician, was helping Arlene. She waved to him and he smiled back. Then he kissed Megan and slipped in across from her.

“Waiting long?”

“Years,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you for years.”

He laughed. ‘“You almost sound like you mean it.”

“Meat loaf special looks particularly good to me today,” Megan said.

“Yeah? Sounds good.”

Arlene took their order quickly and the other waitress, looking sullen and overwhelmed, brought them lemonades while Arlene was doing so.

“Did I order that?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry. Did you want something else to drink?” Arlene asked, overhearing.

“No. The truth is I was going to order it anyway.” He turned to Megan when they left the table. “Does everyone here know what everyone else thinks and wants?”

“People just get used to each other in small communities, Aaron, but they don’t do what people do in big cities. They don’t take each other for granted.”

“Were you always a country girl, Megan? I know it sounds silly for me to be asking a question like that of a woman I’ve been married to for nearly ten years, but—”

“No, it’s all right, Aaron. I expect those memories will be returning a little more every day now. No, I’m not exactly from the rural world. I was brought up on an island, however, so I had what you might call a confined or somewhat isolated life.”

“What island?”

“Granville Island. You reach it by bridge from Vancouver.”

“Canada?”

“Yes, Aaron,” she said, shaking her head. “My parents went there on a vacation when they were younger and fell in love with it.”

“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe how much I’ve forgotten.”

“My father was a sailor and a fisherman, and my parents ran fishing trips that ran two to five days at a time. Mom prepared the breakfasts and lunches onboard. We had a thirty-eight-footer and fished for salmon, lingcod, red Snapper, rock Cod, and even crab. I grew up on the water. My friends were all from fisherman families.”

“How did you get into graphic art and advertising?”

“I had a natural talent for it, did all the print promotions for Daddy, and one thing led to another. Naturally, I got the wanderlust and left the cozy little island worlds up there.”

“I feel so stupid sitting here and having my wife of ten years tell me who she is, where she’s from.”

“I understand,” she said, “and it’s not stupid under the circumstances.”

“I know you told me your parents are no longer alive.”

“No, they’re not,” she said quickly. She looked down at her glass of lemonade.

“I’m sorry to make you relive sad memories,” he said. “I’ll stop.”

“It’s all right.”

She looked up, smiling.

“What is it? You do have something wonderful to tell me, don’t you?” he asked.

“I do,” she said and reached across the table to take his hand.

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