hmm.”
“Hungry?”
“Mm hmm.”
Ari picked up the phone by the bed and ordered my lunch.
I ate a peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich on whole wheat bread and then worked a bit on a cup of tomato soup. Ari ’s mom and dad came in to see me after lunch. They were still not quite in my brain’s focus. I could not quite place them, but they did seem familiar. My attention was caught by the sound of Ari’s mom crying and I tilted my head to the side to look at her curiously.
“I saw you,” I said to her. “I saw you on the beach. You were holding a candle and the sky was full of lights.” They all three looked at me as if I were nuts.
“What?” I said indignantly. “I saw her, I swear. She was crying and she hugged him,” I said pointing to Ari’s dad. “I saw it.”
His dad ’s jaw dropped. “The news,” he said, shocked. “That was on the news; she saw the footage.”
I shrugged. “I guess I don ’t remember that what I saw was from TV. It seemed so real to me.”
Ari said, “I can ’t believe you actually saw that! Do you remember anything else?”
Wrinkling my forehead, I tried to think of something… anything.
“No, sorry.”
“It’s ok, Baby, you will. Slow and steady. That’s the best way for your memory to recover.”
His parents stayed with me for a long while, talking to me and telling me little stories about the first time they met me, and about moments we had all shared together. They re-capped their family history for me, showing me who they were with their family stories. I vaguely remembered some details, but the memories were fuzzy.
“Oh, Ava Baby,” Ari ’s mom said, “we just love you so much.”
“Love,” I cocked my head to the side again. “All tonight is, is love, Baby, nothing else but love,” I quoted her from my wedding day. Her kind words had helped get me through the day.
A giant smile spread across all of their faces.
“You remember?” Aggie asked softly.
I nodded my head.
“I will never forget, Aggie. I love you and Andy so much.”
She wrapped her arms around me in a gentle hug and when she finally let go, Andy stepped up to take her place.
August knocked on the door and I beamed up at him. I did not need any help remembering his face, maybe because he was tied to such a dark part of my life. The sad, hard moments were harder for me to forget I guess. I remembered the awful events of August in London and the two deaths that came before the trip. I even remembered how August had had a hand in the killing of No. 4. Ari slipped out of the room when August and I started talking. I could see the worry in Ari’s eyes.
“Ava, I have to go back home to France,” August said, delivering mind-numbing news. “I am going to be there for a while with my family. I ’ll be looking for jobs in California, and as soon as I land one, I will be back, okay? I promise.”
I frowned and August laughed.
“I had no idea you cared so much, but don ’t worry, Ava, your husband has already given me permission to crash in your pool house. We get to be roomies again!”
I smiled and rolled my eyes at him. Only August would beg Ari, at a time like this, to let him live with us. That was why I loved him.
He was catching a flight right away and I was going to miss him terribly. I knew August would be back; there would be no keeping us apart.
Ari returned minutes later and August pulled him in to a hug. They exchanged a quiet goodbye, August smiled back at me and left.
Exhausted and in pain, I was still able to convince Ari that I was fine so he would hold me again. His parents stuck around until the evening, then left to let me rest.
The next morning Lauren came in, crying, with Julia behind her. Rain had been falling steadily all morning and I could hear the squeak of their wet shoes on the tiled floor of the hall long before the two girls came in my room. I set about comforting Lauren as best I could...she needed it more than I did. Julia painted my toenails