[#175] Found
There are 8 million people in New York City. The odds of running into someone you knew from your past are slim. So imagine my surprise when my life collided with that of someone I never wanted to see again when I ducked into a small, locally owned coffee shop on the Upper East Side. It's a few blocks from the hospital, but I'd been told the coffee is worth the walk and it really was.
But as I sat in the corner by the window, watching the couple of barista girls behind the counter, I never expected Jenny Shepard to appear. I almost didn't recognize her--her hair is longer; the blonde has grown out; she's lost weight; there's a ring on her hand and a smile on her face. But then she started talking to the cashier girl and there was no mistaking it. This woman is Jenny Shepard. She supposedly died in a house fire; it was all over the news a few months ago. Yet I found her here. Bossing around a couple of teenagers.
I feel like we're back on opposite sides of that table in her interrogation room. She murdered my father. She ruined my life. She doesn't get to be happy.
[Jeanne Benoit
205]
But as I sat in the corner by the window, watching the couple of barista girls behind the counter, I never expected Jenny Shepard to appear. I almost didn't recognize her--her hair is longer; the blonde has grown out; she's lost weight; there's a ring on her hand and a smile on her face. But then she started talking to the cashier girl and there was no mistaking it. This woman is Jenny Shepard. She supposedly died in a house fire; it was all over the news a few months ago. Yet I found her here. Bossing around a couple of teenagers.
I feel like we're back on opposite sides of that table in her interrogation room. She murdered my father. She ruined my life. She doesn't get to be happy.
[Jeanne Benoit
205]