Timmy

You don’t remember me, she said. And he couldn’t. Her voice sounded so familiar. Her eyes, green, surely he thought I could not forgot those should he have ever come to know them. “Sorry, he said, should I? I fo believe so she said. Can you give a hint he asked, draining the last of his old fashioned, already becoming tired of this game. Joseph Lake, summer of 2009. He stared at her for a moment, His brain reeling through all the times he had ever been away to Muskoka (only a handful) and all the times he had gone to Joseph Lake which had been exactly once. Stayed with his brother and his wife and his nephews for two nights. I do beg your pardon he said, I believe you have me confused with somebody else. Enjoy the party. He turned toward the direction of the bar. You are really going to be like that? She said. You are going to pretend that you don’t know me. I don’t have to pretend he said, as I have just told you I think you have me confused with some one else. Is that right Daniel Timothy O’Connor? What did you just call me? He said. You heard me Timmy, she said, taking the stick with olives out of her martini and removing one with her teeth. Nobody ever called him that anymore.