“Janelle Russo.”
“Oh — hey, Janelle, it’s Kara.” Since there wasn’t any way to put it without sounding like an imposition, I just plowed ahead. “I know it’s the weekend and everything, but I was wondering if there was any chance you could see a friend of mine tomorrow.”
“A friend?” Janelle paused. There were indistinct sounds of people talking all around her, so I guessed she must be someplace public — maybe a restaurant. It was almost seven on a Saturday night, after all. “My day’s pretty open, actually. We’d been thinking about going hiking, but with the weather so unsettled, we called it off. So sure. What’s the session for? Past-life?”
“Actually, no. I’ve got someone who’s experienced complete amnesia — he can’t remember his name or anything about his past. I was hoping you might be
