The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 24, 1994
**Rosie POV**
"Who's Lani?" I ask pointedly. To say my curiosity has been raised is an understatement...
He gives me a hooded look, and does his best to be cryptic. "She's the woman who lives in the apartment building you just picked me up from."
"Okay...but who is she? How did you meet her?" I continue barreling questions at him, determined to figure out what's going on here.
As he continues filling me in, we make our way into the house, eventually situating ourselves across from each other in the living room.
He continues with, "I first met her shortly after I woke up on a beach downtown, and realized I had no idea who I was or how I'd gotten there..." as he meets my gaze with a look of chagrin. Now that's strange...
I saw him become lost in the memory, and noticed that his eyes started lighting up as he was talking about this Lani woman. There's definitely more going on here...
I tuned back in to hear him continue with his story. "As I decided to start heading toward First Avenue, this mob started chasing me down the damn street, and as I trying to run the hell away, the heel on my shoe broke just outside some dingy tourist shop. She was inside and saw me running past with all these people after me. When my shoe broke she pulled me inside off the street."
"What happened then?" I ask, knowing there had to be more to this. If something like this had happened to anyone else, I doubt I would've believed them...but this is The Artist we're talking about. Nothing that happens to this man seems to be normal...
"We got to talking and once she found out about my memory loss, like you Rosie, she tried to talk me into going to the hospital. I was having none of that shit though, so she quickly moved on to her next question which was if I had any place to stay..." he says before breaking eye contact and trailing off, eventually looking off into the distance.
Hmmm...it sounds like he was staying with her. "So she just opened her house up to you?" I ask, surprised.
With a tentative smile, he nods his head in assent, "Yeah, she did..." he says with a faraway look in his eyes. "To be honest, that surprised me too, at least at first. But that just seems to be the kind of person she is." He finishes with conviction.
"She sounds like a very special person. " I offer sincerely. "You were lucky to find her. "
"I know...I just hope she knows how grateful I am..." he replies, looking off in the distance with a smile on his face. It's clear she's become very special to him...
I can sense that for him at least, this conversation is closed...at least for today. I decide to let things go for now and move on to something more casual.
