How can it be so hard to find someone? It occurs to me that maybe Céline gave me the wrong name on purpose.
But then I google myself, "Allyson Healey," and I don't show up either. You have to add my university name before you get my f*******: page.
Then I realize that it's not enough to know someone's name.
You have to know who they are.
Thirty-two
The next morning, Kelly and her friends ask if I want to join them for a trip to the Rodin Museum, followed by some shopping. And I almost say yes. Because that's what I would like. But there is still one more stop. It's not even that I think I'll find something; It's just that if I'm facing demons, I have to go there too.
I'm not sure where it is exactly, but I know the intersection where Mrs. Foley had me picked up. It's engraved in my b
