What if alien creatures could not only snatch you out of space, but also time, so you ceased to have ever existed?
“Come on, let’s get you inside,” said Tony still convinced that I could not manage by myself.
As I started to open the passenger door he raced around to help me from the tiny car as though concerned I could not stand unaided. Forcing poor Bella to follow alone behind instead of being carried into the house, as I usually carried her coming back from church on Saturdays.
Then, to my embarrassment Tony insisted, “I’d better see you into bed.”
After I fumbled the keys from the lanyard connected to my belt (so that they wouldn’t cut through my trouser pocket and fall to the pavement as they had done with an earlier set of trousers), Tony all but carried me into the bedroom. Where he reluctantly left me after I had assured him: “I’ll be all right now.”
He stood in the bedroom doorway for a moment, clearly uncertain about leaving me, knowing I lived alone with just Bella for company, before reluctantly waving good-bye and heading back to the front door.
“You’ve got Ian and Jenny’s number if you need anything, don’t you?” he called before stepping outside.
“Yes, don’t worry, I’ll be fine, thanks,” I called back, relieved when I finally heard the front door close.
I waited until the Kia had driven away, then stood up (from where I had been sitting on the edge of my bed) and walked out into the kitchen followed by an insistently meowing Bella, to put out some Lamb and Liver for her. Then I walked to the lounge room to begin this diary in case I also forgot ever having known poor Nancey Kwouk.
Monday 16th January 2012
Around noon I received a phone call from Bee Ling Chi’ang, my doctor, a close friend and a fellow parishioner at Centre-West Church:
“Hello?” I asked, surprised to recognise Bee Ling’s voice. Usually one of the doctor’s two receptionists would ring me if he thought I needed to come to see him for any reason.
“Phil, I realised that I haven’t seen you at the clinic for a while,” he said. “I wondered if you could make it this afternoon at 4:00 PM?”
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