He'd found himself eventually in what appeared to be a more residential area of town, glancing at every street sign he passed, squinting and trying to make the letters form the word Carmita but they never did. He'd slowed from a walk to a shuffle, mouth drawn in a line as he started to wonder if he ought to just knock on one of the doors he was passing and ask where the correct street was when he thought he heard a voice behind him.
He stopped, and suddenly, there it was again - his name, someone knew his name, but he only had enough time to turn around before he realized that the person calling him was running, and she was very close. In fact, she was going to hit him, and so he did the only thing he could, dropping the seabag to the ground and putting out his arms, not realizing that both gestures might be construed as memory, as a joyous reunion on his part when really, he had no idea who it was screaming his name and flying towards him. Was she his sister? His girlfriend? No one had written him the entire time he was in the hospital, but then no one had ever seemed to be able to ring his house, to get through. No one was ever home, and he'd been homebound almost before he was well enough to write letters back. And so he had no idea who he was about to meet, but the meeting certainly seemed inevitable because she was gaining fast and she'd be upon him in seconds, if that.
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He stopped, and suddenly, there it was again - his name, someone knew his name, but he only had enough time to turn around before he realized that the person calling him was running, and she was very close. In fact, she was going to hit him, and so he did the only thing he could, dropping the seabag to the ground and putting out his arms, not realizing that both gestures might be construed as memory, as a joyous reunion on his part when really, he had no idea who it was screaming his name and flying towards him. Was she his sister? His girlfriend? No one had written him the entire time he was in the hospital, but then no one had ever seemed to be able to ring his house, to get through. No one was ever home, and he'd been homebound almost before he was well enough to write letters back. And so he had no idea who he was about to meet, but the meeting certainly seemed inevitable because she was gaining fast and she'd be upon him in seconds, if that.