Saturday morning and no time to clone.
What would it be? Town wide garage sales? Winnipeg free-cycle with Cheri? Or the annual Morris MCC auction sale with my folks?
Undecided, I dialed Cheri's phone number.
"well! You're up early!"
"Who am I speaking to?"
"Oh.... just an old friend you haven't seen in a while. Like... since last night...!"
"But... I didn't go anywhere last night..."
Around about this time, I start wondering what on earth is going on. Has my friend developed advanced dementia since she left my house at midnight? Am I losing my mind?
Then I remember Cheri telling me that her namesake niece came into town the day before! Lightbulb moment for moi! Bravely, I soldier on;
"Is this Cheri-the-niece-Cheri?"
"My name is Cheri. And I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."
"oh. well. I'm really sorry....... I must have the wrong number."
No frikkin' kidding.
That's really what happened.
Possible explantion? Was I thinking about my mother, and dialed 326-**** when I meant to dial 388-****? Or is there a secret Cheri hiding out in my friend Cheri's house, just hanging around by the phone so that she can blow my already fragile mind? Am I hallucinating?