The wall of windows at Gate 17 showed I wasnt going anywhere
The snow was blowing sideways, and Flight 153 to Baltimore, out
at the end of the boarding ramp, was a silhouette defined only by
the lights on its tail and wings, then they winked out and the plane
Ladies and gentlemen
the announcement began from
the check-in counter.
I pulled out my cell phone to call the Boston hotel where Id
spent last night, when the phone rang in my hand. The small, blue
screen showed a 617 area code. I didnt recognize the rest
of the number.
Hello? I answered.
Yes, the voice was a womans, is this Dr.
Good, she said with relief. I apologize
Her voice was coming from the cell phone, but somewhere else, too.
I looked around me, and a young woman about 10 feet away was closing
her cell phone. I wasnt sure if it was you, she
said, walking toward me.
I had never seen her before, but I immediately knew who she was,
and she smiled at my obvious recognition. Everyone says I
look just like her.
It is breathtaking when memory turns back into reality. Here was
the same slender frame, the same auburn hair, the same blue eyes
that seemed to smile by themselves.
My name is Julia Devens, she said. I think you
know my mother.
Yes, I do. And the last time I saw her, I thought, she
looked exactly like you.
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