"How do you feel?" I asked briskly.
She had control of her emotions, after the first shock had worn off.
"I feel better ... thank you." Lines of concentration were in her
lovely face.
"Would you like some water?"
"Paul brought me some."
"Do you know Paul?"
She shook her head, "No. I know your names. What did you think about
when you woke up?"
"Not much of anything. I could remember a little. That's what made it
so hard to take."
"I remember a part of it, I think," she said hopefully.
"You just rest. You'll be fine in no time."
She looked at me until I turned away in confusion. "Did we know each
other before?"
"Yes."
"What does that mean when you say it like that?"
"I didn't know you very well. You were busy most of the time, or just
not around. It means I would have liked to know you better if it had
been possible."
"What do I look like?" she asked.
I could see her sitting across a small table, looking at me over
graceful hands that held a wine glass.
"Don't you know?"