After awhile, I got use to life with Darcy and Anne. Things started to click and fall into place. Slowly but surely, I started to get the hang of my new life. It didn't even matter anymore that I couldn't remember a good seven years of my life. Soon Will, Anne, and I were a family again.
Who am I kidding?!
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reconcile with the fact that I married Will bloody Darcy and have a daughter with him who is undoubtedly ours because she looks like a combination of the both of us. I was more confused than ever. I didn't know how things worked or where things were. I had to ask Darcy for everything. I didn't know my street address or phone number. I felt so lost.
Jane was the only one I could relate to... hey, I could give Jane a call and find some answers. She was going to be in New York for three more days before heading back to London with Charlie, so now was the best time for me to ask any burning questions I had for her. Jane was my best friend and the sister I told everything; she most likely has been with me through it all. If anybody could shine some light on my confusion, it would be her.
"Jane?" I excitedly asked when I heard a female voice answer hello.
"Lizzy? Oh my gosh, Lizzy! Hold on a minute." I heard a slight commotion and I could barely make out Jane saying that she'll be right back and a decidedly male voice asking her to 'say hi to Elizabeth for me.'
"Hey, Lizzy. Charlie says 'Hi.'"
I smiled before saying, "Yeah, I heard."
"Oh sorry, we're at the Starbucks down the street. The one you adore... well, the one you used to adore. I don't know if you still do anymore, what with the memory loss and all. Then again, you still have the same taste buds, so -"
"Stop rambling, Jane. I've got important stuff to ask you."
"Oh, sorry. What's up?"
I thought long and hard about the question I wanted to ask first. And then, it clicked. The question that I couldn't even imagine an answer to, "How did Mom and I become friends?"
"Haha, I knew you'd ask that question? Let's see, I think it all started after Father got sick. He -"
"Oh my gosh! He's better now, right?" I don't know what I'd do without my father. Besides Jane, he was the only other sane person in my chaotic family.
"Yes, Lizzy he's all better now. He's on a strict diet of low sodium and lots of green leafy vegetables. Of course, every now and again you slip a bag of those chips he likes which drives Mom and his doctor crazy," Jane laughed, "Anyway we all had our ways of coping with his illness. Lydia turned to alcohol, Mary turned to depressive, dark poetry that scared us all, Kitty and I turned to our husbands, and Mom and you. Apparently, the thought that she could die at any minute made her rethink her life. She apologized for the way she treated you in the past and she promised to be less embarrassing and vain. You, of course, wholeheartedly supported her change because you wanted she and you to be on good terms just in case she became the only parent you had left. She really believed that she would die soon after Father went, so she worked really hard to make amends with you. Father was sick for a long time, so she had plenty of time to make a habit out of being nice and proper. Long after Father got well, the habit stuck with her. I believe the two of you bonded over your mutual love for classic movies and quilting. The two of you have a better relationship than she and Lydia have. It's quite amazing actually."
I was quiet as Jane spoke. I wanted to internalize and meditate over everything she had just said. If what she was saying was true, then lobar truly forgotten the formation of a miraculous friendship. My mom and I, friends? Unbelievable! "I wish that I could remember it. Whenever I think of Mom, I can only see a gossipy woman who couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her life. I can't believe I forgot something so - momentous."
"Don't worry, Lizzy dear, you'll remember soon enough. I'm sure of it."
I made small talk with Jane for a few minutes before hanging up the phone and going to my temporary room to think (I sleep in a guest room close to the master bedroom, since I don't feel comfortable enough to share a bed with Darcy, and it was more practical for him to stay in the master bedroom since his office is located there).
After Jane told me about my mother's and my friendship, I was too emotional to handle anymore life changing discoveries. I can't believe that just like that, seven years of my life are gone. And seven really important years at that. Too much happened for me to learn everything that had happened to me during those lost years. Even if I learned the major things, I'll never remember all of the inside jokes or looks I shared with people. They'll always have to explain things to me that I should already know. The only way to truly know everything that happened in those seven years, was to remember those seven years. Everybody believed that my memory would come back soon, but what if they're wrong? What if it never comes back?
A/N: I'm really sorry about lying to you all and not updating sooner. I've been really busy with school and I've been sick the past week. I'll try to do better, but I'm taking a creative writing class this year, and its sucking out all of my creative juices. I know where I want to go with the story, I just need to type up everything. I've actually already finished some chapters that come later on in the story. Hope you guys are enjoying the story. Don't forget to review and keep on reading when next I post.
