THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 13

At eight o'clock in the morning she wokeup after troubled dreams. Immediately her phone rang. It was Justin. She answred.

"Good morning Justin".

"Goodmorning Carla. Have I troubled you?".

She couldnt reply. He continued:"Today i won't be at the counsel so I can be at your place. Are you okay?"

"Oh yes sure",she replied.

"I will be at your place from half an hour".

She hung up. Her eyes barely squinted and she hardly got up. She limped into the kitchen and made a decanter of coffee for herself and Justin. Exactly after thirty minutes there was a knock at the door. She hurried to open and Justin was standing with a briefcase that he always beared under his arm.

"Come in please and take your seat",she said so willingly.

"Thankyou",he smiled.

"Want to have coffee?"

"Sure". He took off his ehite coat and settled on the couch. Carla poured two cups of coffee and and carried the decanter onto the table.

"How is everything going?,"he asked as he took his sip.

"So chaotic. Yesterday when I was at my office I was scribbling on a paper when i realised I have slightly drawn a face. Its like the girl in my dreams",she began "but when I tried to continue it it didn't work. Its so instinctive",she explained.

"I see". Can I get it?

Carla got up and walked over to the dining table. She fumbled through her purse and pulled out a finely folded expensive paper. She handed it to him. He stared at it immensely,observing vigilantly. The deep sharp eyes specially caught his mind. Carla noticed that he was fidgeting with his tie. Suddenly he glanced up at her. Something startled him. This girl's eyes are just like yours,he thought. She noticed his expression change from terrified to perplexity. He tried to remain calm.

The clock chimed ten o'clock as soon as Justin left. She recalled his advices,psychological reasonings abd conclusions and tried to remain calm and relaxed. For herself she felt pale and strained. Later she came downstairs wearing a blue satin top propped with a double breasted coat and tapered long jeans. Her hair was drawn back loosely into a chignon. Pale blue shadow accentuated her soft clear eyes and her neatly shaped eyebrows.

The sun came out brightly in the sky burning the streets and trees as she headed towards her office. As she settled near the framed doorway of CIPA she heard faint voices that echoed through the walls. When she went in, everyone was so busy with their own work. Katy was on leave today since she went to Vegas. Carla ran through the stairs;her stilletos clicking thoroughly on the floor. She went back to her room and gazed out through the window. Something was so airy in the road. She wandered why so many cops roamed around with leopard-woolen jackets,peaked caps and side-arm guns. Police cars switched here and there in the road. At noon,she drifted into the restaurant in hall a2 for the lunch break.

"Hi Jack,"she approached.

He turned,"Hey Carla! Hows it going?"

"Fine I guess... What about you?"

"A dreadful busy week",he laughed.

"Do you know why so many cops are roaming in the streets today?"

"Oh its because Mr. John Kerry is on excursion to the parliament for the first conference after President Donald Trump was elected. I wish it was Hilary Clinton who would go right infront of our office",he explained.

"Really! Thanks Jack,"she said surprised.

"You really didnt know? It was out on television last night"

"No. Now I realise that I haven't touched the TV from the day that call hit me. My time is bad,Jack."

"You'll be alright. Bye"

He turned away.