Kele to Lisa
I ran into a ghost from the past this morning. It happened while I was on my way to work. It all started with a phone call. My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter as I was heading out the door.
ï¿½Hello?ï¿½ I asked when I answered it.
ï¿½Is this Kele?ï¿½ a womanï¿½s voice asked on the other line. I froze in my tracks. I literally wasnï¿½t moving anymore. This voice sounded familiar to me.
ï¿½Yes, who is calling me?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½Kele, this is Lisa,ï¿½ the woman said. I blinked, not getting the connection.
ï¿½I donï¿½t know a Lisaï¿½ï¿½ I said.
ï¿½Lisa Paige?ï¿½ she asked.
ï¿½Noï¿½ï¿½ I said, narrowing my eyes.
ï¿½Do remember the ï¿½92 grade school fire in Tokyo?ï¿½ this woman asked.
ï¿½Yes,ï¿½ I replied.
ï¿½Do you remember a girl with cut brown bangs, round face, and black-framed glasses?ï¿½ she asked. I smiled as that image came into my mind.
ï¿½Yeah, I guess,ï¿½ I said, ï¿½What about her?ï¿½
ï¿½That was me,ï¿½ the woman answered. I backed up to the door shocked.
ï¿½Youï¿½re that Lisa?!?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½Yes!ï¿½ she shouted in the phone.
ï¿½Oh crap!ï¿½ I yelped as I tried to get back together. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. ï¿½But why are you calling me after so long? How did you get my number?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½Julie gave it me,ï¿½ Lisa said. I went stiff at those words.
ï¿½What? Why?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½It all started with Maxxie,ï¿½ she began.
ï¿½Wait, Maxxieï¿½s in Suiten too?ï¿½ I asked as I struggled to find the door.
ï¿½So is Kris, Gordy, and Russell,ï¿½ Lisa said in a serious tone. I sank down to the floor with big eyes. The Tokyo ï¿½87 crew all migrated down here in Suiten and we didnï¿½t even know it? This just felt rather surreal and though I didnï¿½t know it at the time, it would get even more so as we all migrated back together into our little group.
ï¿½How long have you been in Suiten?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½Since my junior year of high school,ï¿½ Lisa told me, ï¿½You?ï¿½
ï¿½I moved here during high school; met up with Ben and Julie at the same school,ï¿½ I said, ï¿½Which school did you go to?ï¿½ She was about to answer when I happened to look up at the clock on the microwave above the stove.
ï¿½Oh crap,ï¿½ I mumbled.
ï¿½Whatï¿½s the matter?ï¿½ Lisa asked.
ï¿½Iï¿½m going to be late for work!ï¿½ I exclaimed.
ï¿½You have a job now too?ï¿½ she asked.
ï¿½IT tech,ï¿½ I said, ï¿½Look, Iï¿½ll talk to you later, okay?ï¿½
ï¿½Fine,ï¿½ Lisa replied, ï¿½Talk to you later.ï¿½
ï¿½Bye,ï¿½ I said.
ï¿½Bye,ï¿½ she said back. After we hung up, I hurried out the door for what I thought was going to be another boring, slow day at work.