The Last Memory: Chapter 8

"So, I will need my ID for this new job," Trenton said, taking a bite of her green beans. "Do you know where that is?"

Pam looked at her closely before answering. "I know that I have it, but I will have to look to see where I put it."

"Well, I need it by tomorrow," Trenton replied. "I don't mean to inconvenience you, but I need it to fill out the employment forms."

"Like I said, I will look," Pam said curtly.

Trenton didn't understand the other woman's reaction to her new job. She said that she was excited for her, but she acted like she didn't want Trenton to get a job. "If you can't find it, I'm sure that the hospital has some sort of identification on file that will help me get a new ID. You've already done a lot for me, I don't want to put you out."

Pam's eyes grew wide. "There's no need to go to he hospital and bother them," she said. "I'm sure I know where it is. It's just been a long day."

"I understand," Trenton replied, finishing the food on her plate. She was ready to be in her room, away from the other woman for a while. Pam was beginning to make her uncomfortable, and now that she was sure that they weren't related, she was wondering why Pam was acting as if they were. "I think I'm going to get some shut eye before tomorrow. I'll need all the energy I can get for the big day."

"Goodnight," Pam said, a look of disappointment in her eyes. "I guess I will go relax."

Trenton nodded her head and walked towards the stairs. She knew Pam wanted her to stay and keep her company, but at this point, she was counting the days that she had left in Pam's house. The more she thought about it, the older the situation seemed to be. She hadn't been able to talk to one other person since she had been staying with Pam. An odd guy that stated he was her brother kept following her, and she had nothing of her own in her possession to confirm who she was.

Trenton walked into her room and sat down on the bed. Why was Pam acting so weird? Why was she being so helpful? Why did she have an issue giving her, her documents? And who was this woman in the first place? Trenton walked over to the pile of clothing she had set in the chair and checked the pockets of her pants. There had to be something in there that answered her questions, but to her dismay the pockets were empty.

She put the clothes back where they were and sighed. She was just ready to give up when she saw something white and long hanging out of the back pocket of the one dirty outfit she had piled on the floor. She rushed over to grab the object, holding it up to her eyes. It was a bracelet from St. Patrick's Hospital and there was a phone number on it. Trenton looked around for a phone. The last time she had access to one was at the cabin, but there was no phone in sight.

She had never thought about how conspicuous that was until now. When Pam had taken her into town to find a job, she had noticed that almost every person they came in contact with had their own personal phone. Why didn't she have one? And why wasn't there a house phone anywhere in sight?