That is why I had not tried to contact her. The possibility that she was out there and available was something that kept me going. But Del was right. Until I eliminated her, I could not move on.
I took a cab to Grand Central and then the train home. It was about seven when I got in. I turned my computer on and starting searching for “Helen Woods Buffalo.” I added “teacher,” and there were three results. I felt like the Terminator, searching for Sarah Connors. One was too old. That left two who were about my age. Both retired from teaching in the Buffalo school system.
That’s all I could find. I paid a service to get their phone numbers. I wrote down what to say. “Hello. My name is Sharon Conroy. Did you teach in the New York City School System in the mid-nineties?” The first said she did
