A mysterious visit Facebook Jeannie Hammond Imogen Howe

Her invitation came out of the blue. A message over
Facebook
sparked a conversation. We talked nonstop until we agreed that she would visit me during winter break.

It was strange because we hadn't kept in touch until that message over Facebook. But once we began chatting it felt like we had never taken a break.

Jeannie's planned visit although extremely exciting filled me with doubt and some mystery. Why on earth would she want to visit me? And during winter break of all times?

I mean it could go both ways. Winter break was long. So maybe it wasn't so farfetched that she would come back to her old home town and see me in the process.

But then again, it was too close to the holidays. Wouldn't she want to be with her folks?

I thought about this way too much, over way too many cigarettes. I found myself unable to sleep at the usual hour, staying up thinking about her and why she was coming here. I came up with probably ten thousand reasons and scenarios. Her visit was not healthy for me. At least physically, because in a way my mind and spirit suddenly felt invigorated. I couldn't stop wondering and anticipating.

Sometimes I thought about just asking her. "Why are you visiting?"

Because though I did know the reason I didn't know it in words... And I wanted to see those words.

Jeannie Hammond
Imogen Howe
 

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