Amy gets her answers

Story continues from here
Story started here here

Well we didn’t go dancing. Are you surprised? Probably not, those who really know me wouldn’t be either because they know I have two left feet and no co-ordination, so dancing isn’t something I’d voluntarily do.

So I guess you’ve come back to find out what really happened last weekend?

So how much do you remember?

Surely I don’t need to go back to the start?

What about last week?

Ok, well for the late comers, I went to dinner with my mysterious stranger, during dinner we discussed very little and it wasn’t until he after dessert that I finally pushed him for answers as to why he kept turning up at my house and doing the weird things he’s been doing. His response was that we’d better get coffee.

Being the pacifist I am I decided to give him one last chance instead of just punching him in the head.

So what happened when coffee arrived? He put milk and two sugars in his cup obviously!

Only kidding, he drinks his coffee black.


Alright I’ll get serious now, I just wanted to make sure I had your attention before I told the full story.

So as he sat there sipping his coffee and staring at me I again broke my rule of not trying to lead the discussion, but in my defence I was getting just a little tired with the game.

“So I think it’s time you told me your story.”

He thought for a few seconds, swallowed a mouthful of coffee then spoke.

“I’m in witness protection and I’m hiding in your house to save my life.”

I laughed loudly, probably too loudly for a restaurant but I couldn’t help myself.

“What’s so funny?”

“C’mon I’ve read Mills And Boon. Trust me, that’s one of the top twenty five romance novel plots.”

He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

“Ok, I forgot you’re a little bit slow. Try this on for size. Man meets girl under mysterious circumstances. Man wants girl. Girl wants to torture man slowly. Man explains coincidence of meeting by saying he’s in WITPRO and girl needs to keep him a secret. Girl feels sorry for half witted man and so man falls in love and brings girl down to his IQ level until she falls for him.”

“So we are going to fall in love? I guess I can handle that.” He suggested with a smile on his face.

“I read Mills And Boon, I don’t live them.”

“But you said…”

I interrupted, “Oh and I suppose I need to fall in love with your moron twin as well?”

“Nope, he’s not in witness protection, he’s free to walk the streets.”

I laughed again, not quite as loud as last time but loud enough and long enough for him to give me a stupid look. How this guy got all the looks and none of the brains is beyond me but if nothing else it proves God has a sense of humour.

“You do realise that you’ve just suggested that while you’re hiding out in WITPRO, hiding to stay alive you suggested your INDENTICAL brother is free to walk the streets?”

The look of surprise on his face while he processed that nugget of information was priceless. It was like a light bulb went on in his head. I swear I saw another twinkle in his eyes.

“Maybe I don’t really like my brother, he was a bit of a half wit after all.”

“And you say you’re identical?” I said sarcastically.


He emptied his coffee and placed the mug back on the table.

“So now that we have that out of the way how about the real story?”

“Well if you didn’t believe that one, then you’re not going to believe this one.”

“Then just give me the bloody truth!” I ordered.

“Ok this is the true story.” He pulled out his wallet as he spoke. “I was in a car accident, I suffered amnesia and the woman in the car with me died. I was in a coma for six months and no one came looking for me. All I had with me was this wallet.”

I looked on wondering if I was hearing the truth or number twelve on the top twenty five list of romance novels.

Pulling two things out of the wallet he showed me a picture of a woman and a paper ID card that showed his name to be Sam Wilson (obviously not a romance story name). But the weirdest thing was that the address on the ID card was my address.

“This can’t be right,” I said. “I’ve live in the house for five years.”

“Look at the date in the ID card, it’s seven years old.” He replied.

I honestly did not know what to say.I wasn’t convinced he was serious but I also wasn’t convinced he was lying. Apparently my silence prompted him to speak.

“I’m just trying to find out who I am.”

“Then why the bloody hell didn’t you just knock on the door?”

“Where would the fun have been in that?”

OH SHIT! My brain said.

“Ok if you really don’t know who you are then what’s with the stupid twin?”

“That I can’t answer either, but he’s never appeared in the presence of anyone else before I came to your house.”

Oh shit, was I really falling for this?