“Do you think she’s waiting for my father?”

“No. In her heart, she’s given up on him. I think she’s waiting for you to remember. Now that you’re here, I think, and this is just my opinion, she thinks you’re going to wake up one morning and magically remember that day.”

“That day is gone from my life, Mandy. I’ve tried to remember, and I can’t. The last thing I remember is sitting on the porch watching the movers put our stuff into the van. I remember everything afterward, waking up in the hospital and all the rest, but I don’t remember that day.”

“If you stay locked up here in this house, your memory will never come back. I’m thinking you’re going to have to search for it. That’s just my opinion. I’m an old lady, what do I know? I’ll get you your coffee.”

Cady crossed her arms over her chest as though warding off a chill. She leaned back in the leather swivel chair. She burst out laughing a minute later when she let her gaze rake the walls. Winston Churchill stared down at her. There was probably a story behind that picture, but at the moment she didn’t want to know what it was. She looked down at the pile of scrapbooks on the floor. She had the rest of the day and evening to look through them.

She was rummaging in the desk drawers for a phone book when Mandy returned with a silver tray holding an elaborate silver service. A fragile cup and saucer along with a linen napkin were on the tray.

“My goodness, Mandy, a mug with a paper napkin would have been fine. I’m a Crate and Barrel kind of girl. I’m not used to…this,” she said, pointing to the elegant tray and its contents. “I usually drink my coffee out of a heavy-duty mug.”

“Lola likes fine things. Actually, she insists upon them. Here, this is what you’re looking for,” she said, holding out a sheet of paper with telephone numbers next to a column of names. The phone book is in the kitchen. Enjoy the coffee. I grind the beans myself. Herself is hell on wheels when it comes to her coffee. She has it shipped here from Hawaii.”

Cady nodded as she looked at the slip of paper. So many names.

Andy Hollister, Amy Hollister Chambers. Amy must have gotten married. Fred and Alma Hollister. The twins’ parents. Peter Danson. Susan and Peter Danson Senior. Maxwell (Boomer) Ward. Albert and Victoria Ward. Cyrus and Maxine King, Jeff’s parents.

Cady sipped at the coffee in the fragile cup. Right now, right this minute, she could call any of the numbers on the list. If she wanted to.

While she couldn’t remember the accident, she did remember her friends. She wondered what they were like now and what they had done with their lives. Would they be happy to see her? More to the point, would they even want to see her?