of colors. “I love it!”
Noah and Sindi’s eyes were fixed on me.
“What?” I asked, incredulously.
But they didn’t say anything. Instead they shared a look.
“What?” I pressed.
“It looks great,” Noah finally said.
“Amazing!” Sindi echoed. “I love it.”
“You guys mean it?” I asked. But the big, warm smiles on their faces as they looked at me made me realize they did.
“It’s totally nuts. And only you could pull that off,” Sindi said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued by this statement, which seemed to imply a level of knowing.
“Well, you’re clearly really fashionable,” she said.
“I am?”
“Well, I’m assuming. You’ve got great eyebrows, and your haircut—not many women would wear it so short like that. You’re obviously a creative of some kind. And your eyes, so big. You’ve got this whole fun pixie thing going on.”
“Fun pixie? A creative?” I loved the way it sounded. I looked at myself in the mirror again, swooshing from side to side, watching the skirt move rhythmically back and forth.
“Or, maybe you’re actually a hippie, arrived on a time machine from the sixties,” Sindi said, coming up behind me, adjusting the dress. “Or maybe you grew up in a commune in the forest somewhere, which sort of weirdly makes sense because you know so much about trees.”
“You think?” I swung around and looked at her and then Noah, excited by all these sudden theories about me and my possible origins. This was the first time that someone was actually suggesting concrete explanations for who I might be.
“That kind of makes sense, right? Why else would I know about trees? I love that, that maybe I was raised in some wild and free hippie camp. All tie-dye and barefoot. Maybe we lived in treehouses; close to nature. Lots of birds, a babbling brook.”
I glanced at Noah, and he was smiling from ear to ear now. That big, tiny-gap smile. “What do you think?”
“I mean, it does sort of make some sense. You were adamant about watering my pot plants and you knew which one should go where.”
“I did, right?” I turned back to the mirror. Was this who I was? Some free-spirited hippie? Or maybe a fashionable creative? I swished from side to side again, and the colors all blurred into one then came apart again as the dress stopped moving, I couldn’t help myself. I laughed.
“I never thought I would ever hear myself say this,” Sindi said, “but this look totally works on you, and in real life, not on stage.”
I looked over at Noah again now for additional confirmation and I found it when he started nodding.
“It’s you,” he said, in such a matter-of-fact tone that I believed him. This was me, obviously!
“And now you have some more things to add to your list,” he said.
CHAPTER 26
Noah and I climbed back into the car. We’d spent a few hours at Sindi’s drinking coffee and talking. I liked her very much. She was certainly the coolest person I’d ever met and I was thrilled when, at the end of the visit, she gave me her phone number and told me to call her whenever I wanted to—as soon as I got a phone.
“You know what’s just around the corner?” Noah said to me, as he slipped the key into the ignition.
“What?”
“The building where you had the accident.”
“Oh.” There was a pause. A moment of epic silence in the car.
“Do you want to go and see it, in case some of your memories come back? I mean, but if it will be too traumatic . . .”
“No! I’d actually like that. I want to see where it happened.”
Moments later we pulled up to the building. It was another cool-looking building, much like Sindi’s.
“Do you recognize anything?” Noah asked.
“No.” I walked towards the entrance and Noah followed. “Nothing about this is even vaguely familiar.” I stopped to look at the façade, hoping that something would come back to me. And then I scanned the list of businesses and offices on the wall outside.
A film company. A talent management agency. Bookstore. Gallery. An interiors shop. Clothing store. A lawyer. An investment firm. A cake shop. Even a pharmacy and hairdresser, and so, so many more. The list went on forever, and of course there were all the apartments and restaurants too. I could have been here for any reason. I could work here. I could live here. I could have been here because I worked in film. I could have been having my hair done.
I walked towards the elevator. It