2. The doorbell chimes.
3. I open the door to find a woman standing on my front porch.
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1. Who is she?
2. There's something alluring and vaguely familiar about her...
3. Did her car break down?
4. It seems unlikely that she hiked the
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1. Mile up my private driveway.
2. I should offer her my cell phone in case she is in difficulty...
3. "In case you have an emerg-"
4. "Kiran?"
5. She squints at me, like she isn't just looking at me,
6. How does she know my name?
7. But looking into me, as strange as that sounds.
8. Her voice has a familiar quality to it.
9. Soft, yet gravelly.
10. My memory scrambles through a scotch-induced haze to place her.
1. "Kiran.."
2. "!"
3. "..."
1. "Yasuko sensei?"
2. I find that I'm the one squinting now..
3. "Is that you?"
4. "It's just aoi now."
5. She corrects.
6. Why is she here..?
1. "Aoi..."
2. She pulls me into her arms, squeezing me.
1. My posture relaxes once I'm in her arms and she lets out a small chuckle.
2. But all I'm thinking is another woman..
3. The way she hugs me, the feeling of her warmth as she sleeps beside me.
4. Aoi scent is so different from what I used to feel.
5. The fragrance of lavender, rosemary, heather and other mediterranean erbs was "Her" perfume.
6. "I didn't think you recognized me at first."
7. "I've had a lot on my mind today."
8. "Besides you look just a little different than the last time I saw you."
1. She released me and meet my eyes, and I can tell we're both remembering the last time we were together.
2. "And you, kiran chan, I must say you changed considerably."
3. "Aoi, what are you here?"
4. I haven't seen or spoken to her in fourteen years. What is she really doing here...?