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Chapter 1
McKenzie pulled into the parking lot of Oceanview Manor. Her Grandpa, who'd recently stayed at the nursing home after surgery, had just gone home. The 26-year-old was there to pick up his belongings that he'd kept there during his stay. The brick building rose before her, as she walked toward the automatic double doors. When she got inside, she signed in, then took an elevator to the second floor, where her Grandpa's room had been.
"Hello!" She greeted a nurse, who was sitting at a desk in the nurse's station. "I'm here to pick up my Grandfather's things."
"Oh yes!" The nurse smiled. "I remember you! Go ahead. They're in his room."
McKenzie thanked the nurse, and turned to the hall, when she was approached by an frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair. "Mack!" The woman called to her. "You've come to see me!" She woman smiled, overjoyed to see her.
Mack? No one called her that anymore, except for her boyfriend, Brady. Did this woman know her?
"Hello," said McKenzie politely. "Do I know you?"
The woman laughed. "It's me, Mack. Don't you recognize me?"
"I'm sorry. I don't," McKenzie answered.
The woman then gestured to the nurse at the desk. "This is my friend Mack!"
"So you're the famous Mack. I've heard a lot about you," the nurse said.
The elderly woman suddenly became animated. "Mack and I were friends as girls! Oh, we had such nice times. Beach parties, pajama parties..."
The nurse smiled patronizingly. "Oh sweetie, I don't think this girl could be your Mack. She's a bit young. Does she look like her?"
"Yes!" The woman stated plainly. "Because she is her!"
The nurse turned to McKenzie. "I'm sorry. She's a bit confused today."
"Aww. It's okay," McKenzie replied. "I understand." The nurse nodded, then turned and walked down the hall.
"It was nice to meet you," McKenzie said, leaning down to the old woman. Then, her breath caught in her throat. Could it be? Though this woman had aged, her ocean-blue eyes still sparkled with youth. They were the purest blue McKenzie had ever seen. And she'd recognize them anywhere.
"I knew you would come back, Mack," the woman told her, patting her hand. "I never did get the hang of surfing, though."
Maybe this woman wasn't confused at all. "Your name is Lela, isn't it?" McKenzie asked.
The woman clapped her hands together; "Yes! I knew you'd recognize me sooner or later! Oh Mack, how I've missed you."
Tears flooded McKenzie's eyes. "Lela, it's beyond wonderful to see you again," she said. She leaned down, and embraced her old friend in a warm hug.
To Be Continued