over and over and over again to make us nervous, I guess."
"She just sounds like a good business woman," Della said. "Not a bad person."
"Well, there is that rumor that she is sort of like a black widow," Tameika whispered. "All the men she marries end up divorcing her and giving her big settlements or they die. How did you think she got so much money at just thirty-seven? Though she wants everyone to think that she's younger."
"Tameika, don't you have work to do?" Mallory passed by the cubicle.
"Yes ma'am." Tameika winked at Della and headed back to her desk, leaving Della with more information than she had bargained for. Della had a feeling of trepidation for Luca.
But what could she do? He should be smart enough to know what his girlfriend was like. Maybe he loved her like that. Maybe he was into bad girls.
She looked at Josephine's smiling picture again, and that piercing headache came from nowhere and hit her.
Suddenly she could see herself in her mind's eye: she was in a garden in a blue dress with little white flowers on the neck. The flowers were making her itch and she couldn't wait to get out of it.
She felt a sense of foreboding and sadness so strong that she sat down on a stone bench and started swinging her legs. Josephine was some distance away--a younger version of the picture. Her hair was longer and she was in a white dress. She smiled and waved at her but Della turned her head away.
She didn't like her. She couldn't stand her. She was not as nice as she looked. She was not genuine. She was snapped out of her memory as suddenly as she went into it. The now-familiar headache was lingering.
She started thinking that she knew Josephine from before, but she wasn't sure. Was it even real a memory? Josephine had been in white, like a bride’s dress.
She held her head in her hand. She felt the same way she did felt when she first remembered that she had a dog named Barnes. She was certain that she wasn't hallucinating, but where would Luca's Josephine fit into her past life?
Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her, after all. She took in several deep breaths and waited for the headache to subside while she wondered what was memory and what was not.
Chapter Twelve
Dear Luca,
This is going to sound odd. Brace yourself. Seriously, sit down, grab a drink and take deep breaths. Just kidding. I think I should warn you that I am crazy. I first had what I thought was a memory from my past three weeks ago.
Remember, I told you about my dog Barnes. I feel certain within myself that that was real. Well, today after seeing your girlfriend’s picture, I had a memory or what I think is a memory and get this--I think I know her. She was in a garden in a white dress and she waved to me.
Told you I was crazy. I was in a blue dress with white flowers at the neck. I resented her for some reason. I was a little girl then. I don't know; maybe I was around seven years old.
What do you think? Do you think that I am crazy, that I am having some form of heightened hallucination?
I haven't told my sisters about my 'memories'. I haven't told anyone, really, except for Keisha and only because she was there when I had the first one about my dog Barnes. And it seems as if I shouldn't say a thing about my memories now.
I don't want to excite anybody and then find out that these memories are not really memories but like a waking dream or a hallucination.
Anyway, even if my memories are not real and I am just slowly deteriorating into crazy land, I think I should warn you that Josephine would not make a good wife.
I am just going off gossip but please check her out first. I heard that she is a serial wife who fleeces rich men of their money, but it's only gossip. I have only seen her twice in person and she doesn't look like a bad person, but how does a bad person look, really?
Matron used to say that some of the worst people dressed in pretty clothes. I can't remember the context of the conversation but I guess
"She just sounds like a good business woman," Della said. "Not a bad person."
"Well, there is that rumor that she is sort of like a black widow," Tameika whispered. "All the men she marries end up divorcing her and giving her big settlements or they die. How did you think she got so much money at just thirty-seven? Though she wants everyone to think that she's younger."
"Tameika, don't you have work to do?" Mallory passed by the cubicle.
"Yes ma'am." Tameika winked at Della and headed back to her desk, leaving Della with more information than she had bargained for. Della had a feeling of trepidation for Luca.
But what could she do? He should be smart enough to know what his girlfriend was like. Maybe he loved her like that. Maybe he was into bad girls.
She looked at Josephine's smiling picture again, and that piercing headache came from nowhere and hit her.
Suddenly she could see herself in her mind's eye: she was in a garden in a blue dress with little white flowers on the neck. The flowers were making her itch and she couldn't wait to get out of it.
She felt a sense of foreboding and sadness so strong that she sat down on a stone bench and started swinging her legs. Josephine was some distance away--a younger version of the picture. Her hair was longer and she was in a white dress. She smiled and waved at her but Della turned her head away.
She didn't like her. She couldn't stand her. She was not as nice as she looked. She was not genuine. She was snapped out of her memory as suddenly as she went into it. The now-familiar headache was lingering.
She started thinking that she knew Josephine from before, but she wasn't sure. Was it even real a memory? Josephine had been in white, like a bride’s dress.
She held her head in her hand. She felt the same way she did felt when she first remembered that she had a dog named Barnes. She was certain that she wasn't hallucinating, but where would Luca's Josephine fit into her past life?
Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her, after all. She took in several deep breaths and waited for the headache to subside while she wondered what was memory and what was not.
Chapter Twelve
Dear Luca,
This is going to sound odd. Brace yourself. Seriously, sit down, grab a drink and take deep breaths. Just kidding. I think I should warn you that I am crazy. I first had what I thought was a memory from my past three weeks ago.
Remember, I told you about my dog Barnes. I feel certain within myself that that was real. Well, today after seeing your girlfriend’s picture, I had a memory or what I think is a memory and get this--I think I know her. She was in a garden in a white dress and she waved to me.
Told you I was crazy. I was in a blue dress with white flowers at the neck. I resented her for some reason. I was a little girl then. I don't know; maybe I was around seven years old.
What do you think? Do you think that I am crazy, that I am having some form of heightened hallucination?
I haven't told my sisters about my 'memories'. I haven't told anyone, really, except for Keisha and only because she was there when I had the first one about my dog Barnes. And it seems as if I shouldn't say a thing about my memories now.
I don't want to excite anybody and then find out that these memories are not really memories but like a waking dream or a hallucination.
Anyway, even if my memories are not real and I am just slowly deteriorating into crazy land, I think I should warn you that Josephine would not make a good wife.
I am just going off gossip but please check her out first. I heard that she is a serial wife who fleeces rich men of their money, but it's only gossip. I have only seen her twice in person and she doesn't look like a bad person, but how does a bad person look, really?
Matron used to say that some of the worst people dressed in pretty clothes. I can't remember the context of the conversation but I guess
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