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The majority of Windy's family had relocated to Arizona. I had never met her parents, as they were still living in Chicago. I was looking forward to it.

 
 
 






 
  
 
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Monday came. I had come to terms that I would probably not figure it out. From time to time I would quietly sigh and shake my head at Windy, “I just can't remember.”

 
 

lake havasu

Remembering Windy's Parents

Windy and I were unusual. We led parallel lives. Well, kind of. Windy never had much time for me, but when she did, we had unusual experiences.

Windy claimed strange things never happened to her when I wasn't around. Since they happened to me when she wasn't present, it must have been true.

She was one of my first friends when I moved to Phoenix. Straight away we both learned we were from the Chicago suburbs and shared some of the same friends. On a few occasions, we nearly met while living back in the Windy Cindy. No pun intended.

After the end of my first summer in Phoenix, Windy invited me to join her family reunion at her cousin's house in Lake Havasu, about four hours away in a car. Having no family of my own in Phoenix and time to spare, I joined her for the extended holiday weekend.

The majority of Windy's family had relocated to Arizona. I had never met her parents, as they were still living in Chicago. I was looking forward to it.

It seems as if we stayed in a hotel while in Havasu. I don't remember for certain. But I know we met up with her parents in a hotel parking lot, having driven to Havasu separately. The idea for the visit was to go boating and water skiing. We did.

I'm sure it was enjoyable. But that is not what I remember most. What I do remember was something beyond the norm. I remember Windy's parents.

Not from that weekend, though. I had met them before. Both of them. But not together. Piecing it all would be near impossible for me.

As the days rolled on, I was able to determine that I had also seen Windy and her brother before. I used to work at the second most visited tourist place in Chicago in security and visitors services.

One day I was guarding the special exhibit hall. Windy and I pieced together that her father had sat himself next to me and was telling me corny jokes while I was working. He was bored and uninterested in the exhibit, or the museum itself, and was keeping himself entertained via myself. Successfully embarrassing both children, they did not stop with him but kept touring, encouraging him to leave me alone.

This had only been a few months before. He had no recollection of me or the event.

Placing the mother was more difficult. The previous meeting with her did not spring back to mind. I found it strange, because she is the one that stuck out the most. I strongly remembered her. It unnerved me that I could not place the encounter, and the entire weekend I fought for it.

Monday came. I had come to terms that I would probably not figure it out. From time to time I would quietly sigh and shake my head at Windy, “I just can't remember.”

She only grinned with amusement. I wasn't sure if she believed me. She said nothing of it. But I also knew that she was aware I possessed some strange insight, some sixth-sense-ishness that saw beyond the visible.

On the final day of our weekend getaway I donned some lavish Cleopatra-like jewelry. It was a mix of gaudy and chic and complimented my dark tan and white cotton outfit.

The majority of Windy's family, around a dozen of them, were standing around the long counter that separated the kitchen and dining room preparing lunch. Windy's mom stood at the end of the counter.

It was that very action that jarred my memory. Things were flashing in my mind. Images were passing. In the same moment came the words passing to me in slow motion, “I have that same jewelry set, only in black. Where did you buy it?” asked Windy.

Her mother spoke at the same time. Everyone turned their attention to me awaiting my response. I sat there jaw-dropped. Stunned, even. My eyes were like saucers.

 


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