She Remembers Everyone's Order, Except Mine
She'd taken a flight all the way here to my hometown to look for me, and yet, the only things she could remember were the smaller, menial events.
"So, you think that I'm going to stop being angry at you just because you've already apologized to me? Is that why you came to apologize in the first place?
"What about the next time you forget again? Are you going to accuse me of not telling you about my phobias or allergies again?"
Bridget looked up at once.
"No way! I just really forgot about them this time. I've been too busy—"
"Busy with what?"
She froze.
I continued, "Busy getting together with your friends? Busy going for barbecues at the beach? Busy meeting up with your high school teacher