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Marilyn
She sat across from her neurosurgeon and could now answer a few of his questions, not about her life as Marrin, but that she had one memory of being Marrin. She had told him it was of her saying goodbye to her now ex–husband. That she recalled who he was and that they were divorced, and had gone their separate
ways. Where it had been, at an airport.
She told him about those weird moments in her life where she kind of just zoned out and, when she came back to herself, that she had done something that she had no recollection of, explained that to him; she believed it was something Marrin could do. Told him Marrin, the woman she’d once been, had been a computer programmer in the gaming industry.
He’d nodded at her thoughtfully, “It could happen. The triggering event to unlocking your memories, appears to be your ex–husband.” She could only agree with him. “You should probably see if he’s open to spending some time with you,” he stated.
“Hmm, I don’t know about that, he’s the man that put me in the hospital.” Marilyn sighed now.
“Oh, perhaps not then.” He’d frowned. “Maybe someone in your old social circle then perhaps… he’d paused in thought. “The twins?” he’d asked after a moment. “Are they your ex’s?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “I don’t know if I knew or not before that accident,” she shook her head. “I can only hope not, considering how he reacts to my presence, angry and aggressive all the time.”
“Right… only time will tell Marilyn,” he nodded. “It’s possible you’ll get them all back or just some of them. The brain is still a mystery even to us that specialise in it. How’s your dizziness?”
“Still there, black sunglasses help when going outside and standing before the open door for 30 seconds in the shade helps when going inside from outside, lessens the effects, and sometimes I don’t get dizzy at all.”
“Your concentration?”
“The same, I can work relatively unhindered, just the occasional zoning out since that first memory came
back to me.” she nodded.
“Nausea?”
“Gone, haven’t had that in weeks now,” she smiled.
“That’s good, let’s run the usual tests.” He nodded.
Marilyn sat while he ran a verbal test, had her repeat a series of numbers and told her to remember the last one. He did a cognitive test to assess her reasoning skills, asked a simple riddle, had her do addition and subtraction and then asked her what that last number he’d asked her to recall was.
Testing her short–term memory, he also asked her questions about her stay in the hospital after the accident to test her long–term memory and then smiled at her and nodded, “As normal for you, and it’s good that you are starting to recall your memories. Don’t force it, just try and let it happen naturally, as for your old self’s skills that are now starting to bleed into your life now. Try to accept it for what it is, a part of you is all. It will likely continue to happen over time.”
“That only seems to happen when I’m at my desk, in front of my computer,” she told him.
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Likely because you used to work with computers, so that’s the trigger for it is all. Back to your normal now there is still no driving for you yet, not until the dizziness resolves completely.”
“All good, I still have a driver,” she’d told him.
She’d left his office and Ashley had taken her to pick up the boys from school. Her appointment had been an hour long today, not the usual 15 or 20 minutes. A little more in–depth of a consultation due to név
symptoms, or new memories forming; she guessed she couldn’t really call thern symptoms, they didn’t affect her in a detrimental way.
There was no point in going directly home from the appointment. Ashley would only have to go back out and get the boys after dropping her off, so they just parked the car and waited the 20 minutes for school to finish.
She got an email from Liam about whether she was still going to attend the meeting with Wil and sighed. She’d not made a decision on that yet. But Calvin Reeves had tracked her or the boys down, so it was also going to be inevitable at some point. She could see there in the email that Liam had also stated William had something he wanted to share with them.
That he’d rounded on his own client, but that the charity was a legitimate thing, and that the school could actually benefit from it. He’d explain further in the meeting they were due to have if she wanted all the ins and outs of it. Marilyn sighed as she looked at the boys coming from the school towards the car.
She had actually asked them not to say anything to the school or their friends about Calvin Reeves being their father, and she had printed out that photo of him from his bio, for them to have in their room. But she’d still not shown them the others photos from Marrin’s cloud, of him and her together.
She was leaving that well enough alone; seeing as they were divorced. But she had also noticed they liked knowing they had a father and who he was, though they also understood what had happened to her was their father’s doing, and so they couldn’t go and see him.
They had asked if they ever would; just once, and she’d stared at them for a long time and murmured “After the 19th of December, that’s when the restraining order is over.” Hoping to deter them.
Only to have them both state “At Christmas?”
That was an unknown to her and Marilyn honestly didn’t know if she wanted to spend Christmas day within that man’s company. It was, however, clear to her that the boys were hoping for it, maybe even wanted it on some level.
She’d heard them talking to each other about their father, what the house he lived in might look like and left that alone as well. They were more than curious about the man that was their father, even after all he’d done to her. Likely because, from their perspective, he’d left her alone since she’d left, and she wondered if their curiosity and wanting to know for many years about who their father was outweighed what he’d done to her. They were just seven, and she didn’t know if they understood what emotional trauma was, or what right and wrong was even. It appeared to her that they were more interested in meeting him and having a father, than what he’d done to her. Likely she thought due to her recovering from everything.
The moment that man was allowed in their lives they were going to want that, is what she was seeing. It wasn’t going to be her choice either. If she said no, the boys would be upset and Calvin would likely just her to court and get some sort of custody agreement about it. Maybe visitation rights at first, so again she wasn’t going to have a say in it.
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She sent an email back to state she honestly didn’t know, that she would think about it and what she wanted to do from here on in. She no longer had trust or faith In Wil and didn’t have to comply with his meetings anymore due to his own client’s breaching the law or himself breaching their agreement. Wrote that she’d get back to him in a few days after she decided on what she was going to do.
She smiled at the boys as they got in the car and gave them her full and undivided attention, listed to them chatter about their day, and the fun things they’d gotten up to on the playground, that they’d played soccer and though their teacher didn’t keep score their team got the only goal so they won.
She watched them get out of the car and run off to play the moment they got home, right up to their room, she picked up their dumped school bags by the front door and wondered if they would ever learn to put them
on the hook.
She doubted it, just shook her head and made them all a snack, even she was hungry right this minute. She called them down from their room and smiled at them as they sat to eat with her. “I got a joke for you boys. She stated and saw them both smile right at her waiting to hear it.
“Where do fruits go on vacation?” she asked and waited for them to think about it. “Pear–is.” she smiled at them when they couldn’t get it right.
They both looked at the pear cut up on the plate before them and laughed; the answer right there in front of them. “Mum, the teacher told us one today.” Vincent smiled. “What’s more unbelievable than a talking dog…”
She shook her head.
“A spelling bee.” They both laughed and whacked each other.
“Did that lead to a spelling bee?” she asked with a chuckle herself and they nodded.
“One more mum, what do you call a rude cow?” Callum asked her.
“That’s a tough one.” she smiled
“No, beef jerky,” Callum laughed. “I got that one from Jimmy.”
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