Janie was bouncing on the balls of her feet, overjoyed, and grinning from ear to ear. “Oh Sasha! I can’t believe I’ve run into you half way across the world! What are the odds of both of us being in Palermo for Christmas?”
Staring into her familiar face, Sasha tried to recall the name. But matching a name to the freckled face in front of her proved more difficult than one would expect.
“Who are you?” Sasha blurted out, her voice heavy with a thick Italian accent.
The smile fell from Janie’s face. “Oh come on Sasha, I haven’t changed that much in the last ten years, it’s me, Janie Kennedy, we roomed together at Brown.”
The words resonated in Sasha’s head, Brown, Janie Kennedy, roommate. Images flashed in her mind of a large stone building, young people were running up the stairs, backpacks slung over a shoulder, hurrying to reach their destination.
Sasha shook her head. “I’m sorry, Janie. But I don’t know you. I may have once, but that was a long time ago, another life, long forgotten.” Sasha sighed and turned to leave. “Ciao.” she called out over her shoulder.
Janie stood crest fallen and bewildered. She had watched Sasha walk down the cobbled path and out of sight before realizing this have may have been the only opportunity she would ever have to find out what had happened to her friend. Determined not to let it slip away she raced down the path after Sasha.