After that incident, the Bennett's came by, including a girl named Charity.
She came up to me, hugged me and kissed me on the lips. Right in front of
Kay!
I pushed her off. "What are you doing?" I asked her. Who was she, anyway?
"Don't be silly, Miguel," she said. "I'm your girlfriend, Charity."
I shook my head no. "You can't be," I told her. "Kay is my girlfriend."
Charity turned to look at Kay suspiciously. She knew how her cousin had felt
about me all this time. But she didn't let it bother her relationship with me.
Things have gone too far with Kay's little obsession, Charity thought to
herself, as she narrowed her eyes at her cousin.
"Kay," Charity said in her syrupy sweet voice, "can I talk to you outside,
please?"
"Certainly," Kay said in a dignified manner.
They went outside and through the glass window I could see them arguing.
Whatever, I thought to myself.
I talked to the Bennett's for a while. Then my family came by with flowers
and candy. I realized that I didn't remember anyone in .... what was the name of this
town again?

A few weeks later, I began to remember. Kay took me to the local places in
Harmony (that was the name of this town!) and slowly but surely my memory began
to return.
Three months had passed since my accident but I still couldn't remember all.
One day, for whatever reason, my amnesia disappeared and nearly all of my
memory flooded back to me.
I walked around town, testing my knowledge of everyone and everything.
There's the Bed and Breakfast, across from it is the Ice Cream Shoppe, the
Lobster Shack and Book Cafe.
I'm remembering! I thought to myself.
I was so overjoyed that I ran over to Kay's house to tell her the good news.
When I rang the doorbell though, Kay answered. Charity was in the living
room as well, watching TV.
"Hi, Miguel," she said enthusiastically.
"Hi!" I said to her, hugging her and twirling her around.
Kay laughed. "What's up Miguel?"
"I remember almost everything!" I told her, ecstatically.
She gave me a hug. "That's great, Miguel!" she said.
I gave her a kiss on the lips, but wait, something didn't feel right ....
"Hold up," I told her, breaking away from our liplock. "YOU'RE not my
girlfriend." I looked past her. My eyes rested on Charity, who was hardly paying
attention to us.
"Charity," I whispered, understanding everything now.