Tuesday night, exactly two weeks after the woman walked into my carryout, she came back.
This time she drove, smiled and picked up a case of Heineken.
Did she remember me? I'm not sure. Did we make eye contact? Yes. Did I have that feeling that she knew who I was? Yes.
She paid with her debit card so now I know her name and when I had a little downtime I Googled her like crazy.
I know a lot more about this woman than I did last Tuesday, but it didn't settle the uneasiness I felt around her. I still pray for her every night. Something really pulls me to her. I just really hope she's okay.