The very next day the girl awoke to the aroma of a heavenly breakfast being cooked in the kitchen downstairs. She quickly lifted her body from her bed, not even remembering falling asleep the night before, threw on her robe and glided down the stairs to the kitchen. There she found Marty and Dom sitting at the table shoveling the food into their mouths as fast as Molly could prepare it. Molly smiled at the girl.
"These boys... they have veracious appetites." The girl smiled back as she took a seat at a corner of the table.
"Good morning, sunshine." Dom greeted as he lifted his eyes from his plate and flashed her a friendly smile.
"Good morning. Mmm, what's for breakfast, it smells great." Molly laid a plate nearly overflowing with food in front of the girl.
"Eat up, honey. If you're as hungry as these two you'll needto hurry up before they eat it all," she said and chuckled. The girl laughed and looked at the short, chubby lady. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't thin. She looked like a small Italian woman, but her accent painted a faint portrait of an old-world Hispanic woman. She had an attractive face for a middle-aged woman, large brown eyes and a warm, welcoming smile. For as long as the girl had seen her, she wore plain, neutral colored, floor-length skirts and an off-white shirt with a checkered apron over it. She seemed very motherly and kind; it was quite a comfort to the girl.
"Molly, you're an amazing cook. My eyes are always too big for my stomach, I'm stuffed."
"Well you ought to be," replied Molly. "You ate enough." Dom laughed and stood up from the table. He looked over to the girl and pointed.
"When you're finished eating I want to see you out in the back yard." The girl looked up at Dom and nodded, lifting a fork-full of food into her mouth.
"Take your time, love," Molly began, "you need a good nutritious meal in you." The girl nodded and Molly began to walk away. She stopped and turned around, looking back at the girl. "Oh, and I put your clothes in the wash. I found some things in your pockets that might be of interest to you, I'll go get them now if you like." The girl nodded and continued to eat her breakfast, looking over at Marty.
"You don't talk much, do you?" she asked.
"Nah," he paused and ate another fork-full himself. "I'm just here for decoration." The girl chuckled and dropped her eyes back down to her plate. Soon, Molly came back into the kitchen with a handful of belongings of the girl's. She laid them on the table next to her, spreading them out so she could easily look at them. The girl put down her fork and picked up a small white plastic card. She turned it over and realized it was a driver's license. It had her picture on it, with date of birth, address, date of issue and date of expire blank. Only a few areas were filled in, including name and age. She held the card in her hand for a while, until her eyes went wide and her face lit up.
"I remember now!" she exclaimed, glancing over at Marty who seemed just as interested in it as the girl did. "My name is Lee... and I'm 25 years old, according to this card." Marty nodded.
"I coulda told you that," he stated, and smiled sheepishly. Lee grinned at Marty and fingered some of the other items on the table. A ponytail holder, a stray button, a small heart shaped piece of gold jewelry, possibly dismembered from a necklace, and a small rectangular plastic device.
"What's that?" Marty asked, eyeing up the small piece of plastic Lee held in her fingers.
"I'm not sure. The label is too torn to read it. Looks like it says mem.... memory... card?" she read off of the small and wearing label glued to the front. Marty and Lee exchanged confused glances. "Maybe I should put these things away..."
"Yeah... yeah you should. Just in case they're for something."
"Ironic isn't it?" Lee began, "it's a memory card... and I don't have any memory of anything." She grinned, secretly laughing at herself for saying something so corny. Marty chuckled but quickly straightened up as Dom entered the room.
"You aren't finished yet?" he asked dominantly.
"I'm done eating, but Molly found these things in my pockets. I remember now, Dom." Dom just shook his head and stared at the girl, questioningly. "My name is Lee!" she exclaimed again, still as excited as the first time.
"Okay, Lee," Dom began, seeming pleased that he knew what to address her by now, "why don't you go upstairs and get dressed, I have some things for us to do today." Lee smiled and rose from the breakfast table, gathering her tiny possessions and walking out of the kitchen and up to her room to dress.
By the time Lee arrived downstairs and out to the back yard, Dom was already set up with what seemed like somewhat of a wrestling ring, minus the ring part. Lee walked toward Dom cautiously, watching him eye her up as she moved.
"These are mean streets, Lee. I saw how you handled yourself in the parking lot yesterday, and I have to admit I'm a little bit concerned." Lee frowned.
"You think I can't protect myself..." she began.
"I think you don't realize how bad these streets are. I want to test you, to see how much of a fighter you are. See if you can defend yourself with your fists as much as you can with your mouth." Lee frowned again, but walked toward Dom onto the mats. He picked up a couple of rectangular pads and placed them over his hands. "Now, I want to see how good your raw fighting skills are. Hit my hands with your fists as hard as you can." Lee frowned but did as directed. She spread her feet apart enough to find her center of gravity and hit one of Dom's hands as hard as she could, nearly sending him into the pool behind them. Dom, after catching himself from a fall, stood up and eyed Lee up and down with wide eyes. "Where in hell did you learn to hit like that?!" he exclaimed.
"I don't know... that's a stupid question to ask a girl who just remembered her name," she replied and grinned devilishly. Dom grinned back while millions of ideas swam through his head.
"I think, Lee, that this is going to be much easier than I thought."