I surrendered with a sigh, “Yeah, sure; of course.”
I remembered her telling me before about the revival coming up and wondered why she hadn’t invited me to come down. Maybe she had expected me to ask; maybe she thought I wouldn’t be able to come because of my dad recently dying and my mom having a nervous breakdown.
I wanted to know where ‘the Jacquelyn’ was I had fallen in love with; the one who dropped everything and came to Maine when she heard my dad died. Where was she and who was the alien who now called itself Jacquelyn?
“Your new friend? Is he coming to the wedding and the revival?” I asked.
“Who? Trev?” She asked.
“Oh is that what you call him? Trev, instead of Travois? Are you calling him after you call me?”
“What are you talking about?” Jacquelyn asked.