THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 11

It was almost three o'clock when she arrived at her office(CIPA). As she entered the building she wondered why she hadn't shown the pills to Justin. She decided she would keep it secluded for some time. She was occupied with the same routine when she entered the first floor. The body Annah was observing had already been sent to the funeral after operations,DNA checks and examinations. The word 'funeral' bought Carla the memory of her parents'. The memory of their funeral was so so vague for her but she knew that everyone must have been ruffled with black satin dresses mourning and all gathered at the graveyard and the prayers that have been uttered in the chapel. Suddenly she felt retrieved.

"Good afternoon Carla!,"yelled a private detective.

"Good afternoon Peter!"

"Can I excuse you for a while?. The report needs some information from you Carla."

"Oh yeah sure. Come with me."

She escorted Peter into her office room. She fumbled through her purse and found the key to unlock the door. Then they went in. She rested on the adirondack chair. Peter sat right infront of her with a pen and notepad in hand.

"I have almost completed the report that Mr. Gadinhack invoiced but I need some adjustments,"he began.

"Oh yes. He phoned me yesterday about this."

"When do you need the bank statement Carla?"

"Mmmm probably Monday."

Peter noted it down."Your personal address or public one?"

"Public for sure."

"And Mr. Gadinhack added that his friend Mr. Shezan would love to work with you on the program featuring the private detective Jack Wornwick."

"Tell him that I will think about it later and let know,"she added in a more confidential tone.

"Carla,for your biography what about a picture of you with your beloved parents with a heart-melting caption?"

"Oh no! Tell him not to rake anything about my parents. I dont want anything about my parents. I dont want people speaking about it and it should be a photo of me,single. Understand?"

"Okay Carla. Thankyou."

Peter left and she leaned back,resting her head on the chair. Then she took a white sheet of expensive paper and a pen...

After a few minutes she realised that she had been scribbling so stridently on the paper. Suddenly her eyes widened when she could figure out a drawing from it. It is like the girl in my dreams,she thought. The eyes were just like the girl's blue,saddened ones. Can she draw her dreams? Carla tried to scribble down the rest of the image but it didnt work. This time she was too concious and voluntary. Let the memory unfold in its own significant way,she thought. For a moment she closed her eyes...