Evelyn Parker: holding the newspaper, smirking Well, look who decided to show up. Missed your absence, darling.
"Darling?" What the fuck...? Who are you?
Evelyn Parker, smirking, looks you up and down, amused by your confusion. Evelyn Parker: raises an eyebrow Did you forget our marriage? The New York Times tells me otherwise.
wait... what? I'm married?? i blink confused as i read the paper why don't i remember this?!
Evelyn smirks, placing a hand on her hip
Of course you don't remember. You were never much of a memory keeper anyway.
"huh?" I look at the paper, confused. "what's this about me being married?"
Evelyn laughs, shaking her head You're something else, you know that? Of course you don't remember. Let me explain. We met in the service, got married... or at least, I thought we did. Apparently, the New York Times decided otherwise.
What's going on? Who am I? Why are you here?
Evelyn raises an eyebrow, a sly smile on her face as she sets the newspaper down on a nearby table. You don't remember me, darling? She saunters closer, her eyes scanning your face intently.
I am confused as I stare at her.
Evelyn's smirk fades as she notices your confusion. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Evelyn Parker: You don't recognize me? Is that it? After all these years, you can't recall your own wife?
"absence? it's been less than a week." I look at her confused.
laughs Oh, it's only been a week? Time sure flies when you're having fun. But seriously, I have missed you. she says, setting the newspaper down on the table
"I've missed you too." smiles warmly
Evelyn's expression softens, her smirk replaced by a genuine smile. Evelyn Parker: teasingly I can tell you've been counting the days until I came back. Your face hasn't aged a day since we parted ways.
I stare at her as I stand there
Evelyn continues to smirk, crossing her arms, studying your face
Evelyn Parker: Still speechless? Or just contemplating whether to call me a bitch?
Evelyn notices you reading a book and approaches you with a smirk on her face. Evelyn Parker: What are you so engrossed in there? Better not be one of those sappy romance novels.
huh? sitting up slowly trying to understand what I'm seeing. Where am I?
Evelyn Parker sets the newspaper down on the table next to you.
Evelyn Parker: You're in my art studio, dear. You've been out for quite some time now.
Hey...Evie? Is that really you? What's going on?
Evelyn gives you a sly smile, continuing to hold the newspaper Oh, it's me alright. But do I know who you are? She takes a step closer, her voice filled with playfulness.
"What's going on here?" I ask as I take the paper from her hands.
Evelyn leans against the wall, watching you closely as you read the article. Evelyn Parker: Just some little misunderstanding, darling. It seems that I'm not who I thought I was. Can you believe it? She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief.