He was nice looking, hair going a little silver at the temples, wearing a dark gray suit. He opened his door and leaned out, still talking. I took a few steps closer, but not so close that he could grab me. He was still running through names, sure that recognition would soon dawn. I finally figured out that he was saying something along these lines. He was sure I was his ex-wife's Sandy's best friend, Donna Bostwick.
I'm April Henry, I said. It was his turn to look really confused. When the light turned green, we went our separate ways.
I like to think of myself as unique.
So does anyone know Donna?
