Thank you for contacting me again.
From what you have said, it is possible that we do know each other.
My name is indeed Jenny, and there are many similarities and coincidences in our histories that warrant being investigated don’t you think?
Is it possible for us to meet?
Let me know.
Sara and I are so excited, though she thinks I should see you alone first.
I know a convenient place we can meet.
She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.
‘Jenny?’ he asked.
She had not seen or heard him approach, and turned in surprise to look up into a pair of blue eyes fringed with golden lashes.
His short hair was blond and straight framing a freckled face, and he stood well over six feet tall.
She did not know him. She had never known him. Or his family.
‘I’m afraid not,’ she said sadly, and turned her eyes away before he could see the tears.
From their recent correspondence, he had been so sure.
They had agreed to meet here, and she was sitting at the table he had specifically reserved over the phone rather than go through some ridiculous B-movie scene involving flowers in lapels, carrying newspapers, or secret coded signals.
She had looked so small and frail, he guessed in her late sixties, the woman he’d hoped was his beloved Jenny.
But it was not she.
He sat down anyway.
‘My name is Jim,’ he began.
‘Yes, I know. But I’m not your Jenny.’
She sighed, adding ‘I was a fool to believe I was.’
She took a sip of water, and looked across at him.
‘I am so very sorry. I really hoped you were LJ, but I should have known. I was just a silly old woman who got a little carried away over a pile of pancakes and the memory of someone’s birthday.’
‘It’s OK,’ he said, taking her hand gently. ‘I guess I got carried away too with the dream. Should have left it alone’.
They both smiled tentatively.
‘But as we’re here, I’d still like to buy you dinner.’
‘I’d like that,’ she replied.
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