Forget Me Not"Good morning," You greeted me with a polite smile as I walked into the room. Behind the reserved blue of your eyes I could detect some trepidation. You were unsure if we had met before. I smiled back, as welcoming as I could.More Like This
"Hello. It looks like we're roommates." I stated ambiguously. There was nothing in that sentence to indicate how long we had shared the room. I have learned to give you only as much information as you ask. Too much, and you lose your temper. And, that Irish/Viking temper of yours, which you had held in check for all your life, exerted itself with frightening vengeance now. My right wrist smarted often as a reminder of that; it was also a reliable rain predictor. "My name is Dr. Megan Hunt."
You smiled impishly; you always did. You introduced yourself with some chagrin and made the obligatory comment about how only doctors would introduce themselves with their honorifics, twenty years after retirement. I laugh my obligatory laugh of agreement. True enough - it was