A week had passed. John still had no memory of anything from his past. He was scared that he couldn't remember anything about who he was. He liked spending time with Emma though. Since there was nothing to do most of the time they talked to each other. Or they would play board games or cards. John liked getting to know Emma he thought she was a great person. John had just woken up it was morning. About a half hour later Emma came in with his breakfast.
"Good morning." She said.
"Good morning."
"Here's your breakfast."
"Thank you." He picked up his fork. Emma noticed he was having trouble.
"Do you need help?"
"I must be left-handed." "Ever since I woke up last week I've had trouble doing stuff with my right hand."
"Well why didn't you tell me sooner?" "City boys are so silly." "Here." She picked up his fork. "Come on open up." He opened his mouth. She gave him a bite of food.
"Now I do feel silly."
"John you're hurt." "Let me help you."
"Ok thanks, Em."
"No problem." "You look like you could use a shavin." "After you eat do you want me to do it?"
"You can if you want?"
"Alright." "Open up." He took another bite.
After she did the dishes she brought in a plastic bowl filled with warm water, shaving cream and a razor.
"I ain't never done this for someone else." Emma said. "So sorry if I cut you." She sat on the bed and started to shave him.
"Well you're doing good so far."
"Can you remember anything yet?"
"No."
"I'm sure it'll come to you soon."
"I hope so." "In the meantime I have a good friend to keep me company." Emma smiled. "You have a pretty smile."
"Thank you."
"As soon as I remember who I am and what I do for a living I'm gonna repay you."
"You don't need to do that."
"Yes I do." "Out of the kindness of your heart you've taken me into your home." "Without knowing anything about me."
"You needed help." "I can tell that you're a sweet, kind-hearted man."
"Thank you." "You're sweet to." "Ow!" She cut him.
"Oh I'm sorry."
"It's ok." She wiped the blood away with her thumb. "Your hands are soft."
"I'll try not to do that again."
Later that night there was a knock on John's door.
"Can I come in?" Emma asked.
"Sure." She went and sat on the bed.
"So what's up?"
"I just finished a book."
"What book?"
"Carrie."
"Cool."
"Do you need another pain pill?"
"No I'm ok."
"Ok."
"Thank you for shaving me earlier."
"You're welcome." "I only cut you about three times." "Next time I'll try for none." Emma looked out the window. It was lightly snowing. "It's snowing again."
"Yeah."
"You should see it in the spring." "It's beautiful."
"I'll bet."
"Would you like to see a picture of my family?"
"Sure.
"I'll be right back." She came back holding three picture frames. "This is my mama and daddy on there weddin day."
"You look your mom."
"Grandmamma used to say that all the time." "You can definitely tell they got married in the 80s." "There's me." She said pointing to her mom's stomach. "I was born exactly a month after this was taken." "Here's a picture of me and grandmamma when I was ten."
"Aw that's cute."
"My grandmamma and me used make snowmen." "The yard would be filled with them."
"I bet that was fun."
"Yeah it was." "I don't do it anymore."
"Why?"
"It's no fun to do alone."
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah I just wish she could come back." She looked at John with sadness in her eyes. "I get so lonely all by myself."
"Hey." He grabbed her hand and held it. "It's ok Emma." "You're not by yourself anymore." "You got me." He let go of her hand and put it to her cheek. She started leaning closer to him. He put his hand on the back of her head.
"I gotta go." She stood up and picked up the pictures.
"Don't go Emma."
"I'm sorry John."
"Em." She left the room.