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about?”
      “Do you remember anything at all, about us, I mean?” He looked into my eyes, so hopeful, but I couldn’t lie.
      “I’m sorry Ethan, I don’t. The last thing I remember is you being at Carrie’s house eating pizza and watching Music and Lyrics . We hardly even spoke to each other that night. I was pissed off at John for canceling out on me on my night off and Carrie told me to come over since you guys were going to watch a movie.”
      At the mention of John, Ethan’s face tightened. I didn’t mean to upset him; I was just telling him my last memory of the two of us even being in the same room. Now he just looked dejected. I wanted to lean over and pat his arm or something, but I was too chicken to touch him. I wasn’t sure I could control myself; I might sniff him again or something. Uh, my stupid face with its stupid blushes.
      I turned my head forward. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that I was a spazz.
      “What’s wrong? Why is your face all red?” Well, so much for him not noticing.
      “I’m fine.” Crap, Ethan noticing my blush just made it worse. Now he would know it was something embarrassing, but there was no way I was going to tell him what I was thinking about.
      “Do you want to know anything?” Boy, did I. It was just that I suddenly felt shy and I didn’t have the mental fortitude to start asking a bunch of personal questions that I wasn’t ready to know the answers to just yet.
      I shook my head and Ethan sighed. What did he want from me? I just got home from the hospital for goodness sake. I couldn’t deal with this emotional crap right now. How was I supposed to take it all in? I needed to deal with this in baby steps, and learning about a relationship that I have no recollection of is like some kind of giant moon step. I reached forward and grabbed my can of soda, popping the top and pouring it over my ice. It started foaming over the rim of the glass and onto the coffee table.
      “Dang it!” What else is going to go wrong today? No, scratch that, I didn’t need to invite trouble. I lifted my glass off of the table and started slurping the foam from the side. I didn’t even notice Ethan had gotten up to get a towel until he thrust it in front of me.
      “Here.” He handed me a paper towel and used another one to wipe off the table. .
      “Thanks.” Could I look more like an imbecile? How embarrassing.
      “No problem,” He didn’t say anything else and took the paper towels back into the kitchen. He came back with two clean ones; I guess he wasn’t sure I was going to be able to drink without further mishap.
      Once he sat down again he picked up the remote and turned the volume on. So much for trying to talk to me. He must have realized I couldn’t be counted on for coherent conversation and decided watching previews for other movies was easier all around. Well that suited me just fine.
        I made myself more comfortable and put my feet up on the coffee table. Hmm. My toes looked pretty nice. The polish wasn’t even chipped. If I didn’t know myself better I would think I had gotten a pedicure. I did know myself, however. Getting my toenails done was not something on my normal schedule. Why would I pay someone to do something I could take care of in five minutes? I must be getting better at it, though. I nodded and wiggled my toes. I did a dang good job.
      Suddenly the sounds of the movie starting made me stop admiring my feet. Ethan turned off the lamp next to him and turned up the volume. I fixed my eyes on the screen, but it couldn’t hold my attention. The last thing I remembered was a bunch of Indian children running around and subtitles that were so small I couldn’t read them.
      Mmm, so warm. Wait, what? I opened my eyes to the bottom of Ethan’s chin.
      “What are you doing?” Suddenly I was totally awake.
      “I’m putting you to bed; you’ve had a long day.” I looked outside the window—it was still light out.