It had been years since I had seen her, back when Jackie and I had dated in high school. She looked exactly the same as I remembered, and even her outfit looked like one I had seen her wearing before. She had curly, dark red hair. She was about five-foot-five, so I was substantially taller than she was.
"Nathan?" she asked softly from behind me.
I turned and recognized her, but I could not for the life of me remember what her first name was. She had always been 'Jackie's mom' to me. She was also on her second marriage, but Jackie had kept her last name. I could not remember what her new married name was. I smiled at her, trying like hell to remember her name.
"Hey!" I said, "I haven't seen you in years. How are you?"
I offered my hand and she shook it.
"Do you remember who I am?" she
