The Last Memory: Chapters 3

Chapter Three

The day had grown long and though the conversation with Pam was a nice change of pace after being alone in the cabin, Trenton was ready to go to bed. She had plans to go out and get a job the following day so she could start saving up money for her own place, and the excitement of that alone made her ready to rest up before the big day.

"Did you like your dinner?" Pam asked her, pointing to the half-eaten plate in front of Trenton.

"Yes, it was great. Thank you," she replied. "I think I am just ready to get some sleep. I have a big day in front of me."

"How so?" Pam asked, munching on the last of her salad.

"Well, I figured I would go out and try to get a job," Trenton replied. "You have been very nice and accommodating, but I need to get back on my own two feet."

Pam looked disappointed but nodded. "I can understand how that would be important to you," she said. "But if you need to stay longer, just know that I don't mind."

"Thank you," Trenton said. "I appreciate your kindness."

"You know that I don't mind," Pam replied with a wink. "Now, let me get these plates cleaned up, and I will show you to your room."

"I appreciate it," Trenton said, handing her the plate in front of her.

Pam took the dishes to the sink and turned towards Trenton. "Your room is upstairs," she said, leading the way.

Trenton followed her closely, noticing that Pam was rubbing her eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked, wondering if the other woman was crying.

"Yes, I'm fine," Pam replied, opening the door to the room in front of her. "My contacts are just bugging my eyes. Let me get these thing out, and I'll bring you some fresh sheets."

"Sounds good," Trenton said, looking around the room. There was a small bed in the middle of the room and a chair across from the bed. The walls were decorated with old pictures of two girls doing various activities, and there was a small night stand with a lamp on it by the bed.

"Do you recognize any of these?" Pam asked coming back into the room with a set of sheets.

"The pictures?" Trenton asked.

"Yes," Pam said. "I found them while you were in your coma and I put them up in the guest room in case you stayed with me. I thought it might help you remember."

Trenton looked at the various scenes of the two green eyed girls. There was one of them jump roping, one in front of a large house, and one of the two playing tag. "I can't say that I do," Trenton said, shaking her head. "I haven't been able to remember anything. I wish that wasn't the case."

"Well, it takes time," Pam said with a smile, putting a new pillow case on the pillow on the bed. "You can't expect to remember everything at once."

"Yeah, I suppose it will take some time," Trenton said, disappointed. "I wish I could just remember something."

"Don't stress so much about it," Pam said, patting her back. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow's a new day. Maybe, you will remember something then."

"We'll see," Trenton laughed, wondering if she would ever remember who she was or the people that were important to her.

"You will be just fine," Pam said with a reassuring smile. "Now, I am going to go to bed and get some rest. You might want to do the same."

"Goodnight," Trenton said, waving at Pam before she stepped out, closing the door.

"Goodnight," Pam said, and Trenton listened as her footsteps grew quieter and quieter.

Trenton gave the room another once over before getting in bed and laying down. Maybe, Pam was right. Maybe, she just needed some sleep.