Chapter 19: A JobMemories, flittering on the edge of recollection. I don't trust them. But then, I don't really trust reality anymore either.
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Scarlett stared at the man sitting before her. The instant she saw him, she remembered that she knew him. She knew him before she was called Scarlett, though she wasn't sure how.
The man stared back at her. He reclined against the railing of the bleachers. His left hand held a smoldering cigar. A trail of blueish smoke drifted in eddies above the embers and danced across the shafts of light peeking through the painted windows. He exhaled and sent a waft of the tobacco to her. “Do you remember me?”
Neil stood back, waiting for her response to the man's question.
All of Scarlett's flashbacks so far had been very physical. She didn't just rem
