An Accident Waiting To Unhappen

I was released from the hospital around a week after the accident, physically fine, but still with a large chunk of memory missing.  Not only did I not remember what had happened, I seemed to have forgotten the previous few months as well. When I got home the first thing I did was open up a beer. Then I cast my mind back to the conversation I’d had with Annette 3 days earlier.

I knew it was serious when she walked into the ward. She has the expression of a woman who is just about to dump her boyfriend.

“We need to talk,” she said as she sat down next to my bed.

“You’re breaking up with me? I don’t believe this. I’ve just had a serious car accident and this is the moment you choose to break up with me. While I’m still in the hospital!”

“I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Oh. Really? That’s great.”

“Not really. The thing is, I’m not breaking up with you because we already broke up three weeks ago. You just don’t remember it.”

“What? Why? What happened?”

“You were sleeping with Michelle Benson?”

“What are you talking about? That’s crazy! How could you-”

“I caught you together.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going now. Don’t call me again.”

And  on that bombshell she got up and walked out of the hospital. Then, three days later I found myself drinking alone, thinking about what to do. She seemed serious, and if she really did catch me in the act then I could understand her not wanting to see me again. Still it was annoying that I had no recollection of the events in question.

Maybe I should give Michelle Benson a call.

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