Sylvie could hear the laughter and conversation coming from the living room, but she just wasn’t feeling it. The garnet river of Cabernet filled the rocks glass in front of her and she let out a slight laugh at the cheesiness of the comparison she’d just made- garnet river indeed! Eyes closed, she tried to let her memories run through her head and nothing. She had a sense of emotions, but still no recollection of who she had been before the moment she’d woken up in the passenger seat of Remy’s El Camino. For all she knew, her name wasn’t even Sylvie! Apparently that was as much information as she’d passed along to her gracious chauffeur before falling asleep.
She was standing at the counter deep in thought while staring at the wine in her glass oblivious to Remy’s eyes on her from the doorway.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked with a pretty thick tongue.
“Nothing- that’s the problem. Are you sure that I didn’t say anything else before I passed out? Did I look stressed or anything? Something!” She hadn’t realized that her grip on the counter was so firm until the laminate edge began to dig into her palm and she relaxed a little.
“Sorry kiddo- you weren’t exactly a chatty Cathy at the time. You didn’t even look scared if you were being chased.” he walked to the opposite side of the counter and picked up the bottle of wine. “Anyway- we’re going to see _______ in the morning and you should get all of the answers you need then.” He tried to wink at her, but Remy’s coordination was slowly getting as thick as his tongue.
“Why were you so quiet in there anyway?” she nodded her head toward the living room and looked Remy in the eyes, they were pretty glassy.
“I’m trying not to hear my sister laugh.” He slurred,”Any retro memories for you?”
“No, I’m not drunk enough.” Sylvie replied. How had she gotten to this moment standing in his house?
“You have a sister?” she asked and it suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t heard anyone in the other room mention a sister- three brothers, yes. Sisters- no.
“Well,” he paused,”I don’t. Weird- huh?” He picked up his freshly poured glass of wine and went back toward the living room, swaying a bit with each step. He probably won’t remember any of this in the morning…….