Friday, July 21, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 12
I don’t have any family,” said Amorette. “I mean, I don’t think I do. Everything’s still very fuzzy after the other night. Did I happen to say my last name or where I lived? The doctors think it will come back eventually, but right now I’ve got nothing.”
“They let you leave the hospital without knowing where you lived?” asked Charlie in disbelief.
Amorette bit her lip. “I kind of lied and told them I remembered a friend that I could go to for help. Seemed really silly for them to make such a fuss over me when they did about a million tests and found nothing wrong.”
“You should go back,” said Charlie. “You need someone to help you.”
“Oh,” Amorette said softly her smile fading. Charlie couldn’t help but think she sounded disappointed. “Okay, well I just wanted to say thanks.”
She turned and started to walk back down the long driveway. Charlie couldn’t help but feel that not only was she walking out of his life, but that he had been the friend she was hoping would help her out. His heart raced as his mind begged him not to let her go.
“Hey, Amorette, wait,” he hollered as he jogged over to her.
She stopped and turned, her smile returning.
“Listen, let me see what I can do,” said Charlie, he glanced at his watch. “I get off in about an hour. If you want, you can wait at the park across the street and I’ll come get you when I’m done. I’ll find you some place to stay for a few days while you get your memory back.”
“Really?” said Amorette, her face lighting up causing Charlie’s entire body to rush with excitement. He couldn’t help but love that he was making her happy. She threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much.”
Charlie hugged her back and felt intoxicated as her scent of cinnamon and strawberries tickled his nose. He didn’t want to let her go and his cheek tingled where her lips had met his flesh, but knew he needed to make arrangements for her. Letting go of the embrace, he gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll meet you at the park.”
“Okay, I’ll be across the street,” said Amorette, she gave him a quick final hug and hurried toward the park.
Charlie watched her go and then pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. He listened as the phone rang, knowing full well his sister would not be awake after working at her bar until after closing.
“Charlie, I hope you’re not dead, because I’ll kill you myself,” came his sister’s annoyed and groggy voice. “I go to bed at four am, Charlie. Four. AM.”
“I know, Emma,” Charlie said quickly, “and I’m sorry, but it’s kind of an emergency.”
“Are you hurt?” asked Emma, some of the sleepiness gone from her voice.
“No,” Charlie said, “but I do need help. I have a friend who needs a place to stay.”
“Last I heard your apartment had a couch,” Emma said, annoyance back in her voice.
“She’s a female friend and I know you have a spare room,” explained Charlie.
“Charlie,” Emma sighed, “this sounds like a conversation we could have after I’ve had at leave five hours of sleep. Take her to your house, have a little fun and then call me.”
“She’s not that kind of friend,” said Charlie. “Look, Emma, I’m gonna be honest with you. I met her on a call. At first we thought she was high, but her tests and labs all came back clean. Unfortunately, she can’t remember who she is or where she lives. She came to the fire station …”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Emma interrupting her brother. “Sounds to me that you don’t even know her and you want her to bunk here? Are you crazy?”
“A little,” Charlie stated honestly. “There’s something about her. You know I would never put you in harm’s way. I just need to know she’s safe while I find out where she belongs. Please, Emma, can you help me out?”
“Whatever she steals, you replace,” stated Emma and Charlie felt himself relax.
“It won’t come to that, but if it does, then I’ll replace anything that goes missing,” answered Charlie.
“Fine,” said Emma, “I’m missing a pair of Ashby ankle boots by Rag and Bone. Rumor has it they can be found at Lola’s Boutique on 34th.”
“Are you really extorting me?” asked Charlie, rolling his eyes. His sister had an expensive taste in shoes.
“Are you really asking me to let a total stranger sleep in my home at six in the morning?”
“Fine,” said Charlie. “We’ll be there between seven-thirty and eight and I’ll have to get your shoes later. Lola’s doesn’t open until nine.”
“I trust you, Charlie, if I didn’t, boots or no boots, your friend would be out of luck.”