She said in a voice like music, “Hello, is your name, Andrew?”
I was stunned.
No one had called me that since mom did, when I was in trouble as a kid.
I asked, “How did you know my name?
Have we met before?”
She smiled a beautiful smile and replied,
“We have met, although I really doubt you would remember. My name is Dianna. I have been waiting for you to come by.”
I was extremely surprised.
She was waiting for me?
I felt a chill run up my spine.
She was fabulously beautiful, but I was slightly leery now.