Part Five

Part Five

It was late December and Fay sat on her bed staring at a blank wall where posters used to be. She had removed them because they reflected a time when she was a little girl.

She wondered, "What shall I do now with that blank wall? Maybe I'll just leave it."

The phone rang, it was her best friend R. R was short for Rhonda.

"Have you heard from Art yet?"

"No," she replied, "I miss him lots."

Art was in New York running the annual New York City Marathon. He hoped to do well.

"He'll call," reassured R.

"Have you two set the big date?"

"R," replied Fay, "he hasn't even asked yet, and besides, it's only been five months."

"He will," answered R, "I hear things. People do talk you know."

"So, what have you heard?" ask Fay.

"Can't say," remarked R.

"You're so mean." giggled Fay.

"Yep. Gotta go Fay. Dinner is burning in the oven. Bye."

Fay hung up and leaned against her backboard. Again she stared at the wall.

"That's me," she moaned, "nothing more than a blank wall."

She was wrong, however. She was in love with the boy of her dreams, and he in love with her. How much better could life be.

She eventually shook off her moment of melancholy, realizing just how happy she truly was.

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she thought.

"There will be moments when you feel alone and empty." her therapist told her. "It's typical for patients who have suffered traumatic head injuries like yours. Don't lose hope."

She began to question everything, including her therapist,

"Traumatic head injuries? What traumatic head injuries?

Where are the scars, metal plates, anything, anything to show she had suffered anything? "

Her phone rang again. It was Art.

"Art!, she exclaimed, "Did you win?"

He laughed, "No, but I finished third."

"Come home soon." She began to cry, "I've missed you so terribly bad."

"Same here," he said. He paused and then said slowly,

"What do you think we should do?"

"Mmm, I don't know." she replied quietly.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"Are you crazy?" he said, "There's no way you're getting rid of me that easy."

They spoke a few more minutes then said good bye.

Art jumped on the earliest flight possible and set for home.

Fay, he knew, would be there waiting for him.