I was walking on the beach this morning when I saw a blonde woman coming toward me with a couple of yorkies. She was dressed in seashore chic and wearing sunglasses, but I thought she was a few years older than I am. As she approached, I wondered if it was someone I knew back when I lived here.
Lucy bounded over to see her dogs and I followed, peering closely into her face. “Are you Gaye?” I asked her, because for a moment I really thought it might be my friend.
She looked at me in confusion and a bit of horror. "I'm sorry?" she replied.
I shook my head. "Is your name 'Gaye'?" I clarified with a laugh.
"Oh!" she looked relieved. "No. I'm Debbie."
"I just thought you might be someone I knew," I explained.
She nodded and hurried on her way.
Lucy bounded over to see her dogs and I followed, peering closely into her face. “Are you Gaye?” I asked her, because for a moment I really thought it might be my friend.
She looked at me in confusion and a bit of horror. "I'm sorry?" she replied.
I shook my head. "Is your name 'Gaye'?" I clarified with a laugh.
"Oh!" she looked relieved. "No. I'm Debbie."
"I just thought you might be someone I knew," I explained.
She nodded and hurried on her way.
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