Remember Me Tomorrow

by Farah Heron

My mom’s a librarian, and she always ordered Nancy Drew and other whodunit books for me, and I inhaled them. Movies too. I love old Agatha Christie films. I used to fanaticize that Alfred Hitchcock was my long-lost uncle.

This is a pattern, and patterns become cycles until someone breaks them, and I am in the mood to break things.

“You ever feel like the whole world is spinning five steps ahead of you?” I ask. “And by the time you catch up with them, they’ve already moved on?”

One, your life is going to get so much better once you step away from the people holding you back, because real friends don’t forget friends when things don’t go as planned. Two, I have a very strong suspicion that it’s not you who has to catch up with the world, but the world that needs to catch up with you.”

how hard it is to have a happily ever after in a place you’re not supposed to be.

“Oh, she’s not new,” he says, taking half a step away from me. He pouts. “She’d be the one corrupting me. She’s exquisite, this one. I see his fascination.”

“When I see him in the lagoon, I’ll tell him that the water lily is in his room now. He’ll be so happy to see you again.”

Aleeza: Do you ever feel alone in a roomful of people? Jay: It’s just because the world needs to catch up with you.

“He said when things don’t go as planned, friends never forget friends.”

We had a room. And getting that room is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.