"Where was I...?" He asked to no one in particular. He searched deep into his memory to before that weird moment began.
"Right, the reason I want you is because I met the woman in the photograph some months ago before she died. I did not think much of her but when I discovered that you were helping people to find true love, I could not get you out of my head," he explained, gazing up at the ceiling. I looked at the photograph on the table. It was possible that the woman he met had been my mother and he was confused by the similar appearances.
When I spoke with Mary and she told me that I looked too much like Betty, I did not think she meant it as us being that identical. She could not have been wrong. After all, I had not seen my mother after she left me at five years of age. It was poss
