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huge went was still there. “He told me about the fight. Nothing came back to me. I don’t know if it’s temporary or permanent.”

    “Patience, oh my god!” She threw her arms around me, and for the first time since waking up, I felt a hint of compassion. Thunder had helped me, but he was a stoic man. I couldn’t imagine him with his arms around me, at least not the way Donna’s were. Thunder was probably more of a throw-me-up-against-the-wall type.

    Donna rocked me back and forth, still taking it all in. “You poor thing. What are you going to do? Does anyone here know your real name?”

    I couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s why I’m here.”  I let out a groan as she squeezed a little too hard, “Oh god. I’m hoping someone here knows my real name. So far, nothing.”

    She pushed me away, a serious look on her face, “Did you go to the police?”

    While trying to come up with a decent reason why I hadn’t, she beat me to it. “Of course you didn’t. With your history you probably-- Wait. If you don’t remember anything, you don’t know your history, but you still didn’t go to the police? I don’t get it.”

    “Thunder told me as much as he knew. I figured I’d try and get ahold of a purse or phone before I went to the police.” Her words caught up to my brain. “What history?”

    Donna pulled out a pack of smokes. She leaned toward me and pulled out two cigarettes and handed me one, “You’ll need this, trust me.”

    Apparently Donna and I had been close ever since I appeared at the bar. That was the word she used: appeared . She made it sound like I apparated from nowhere. I just showed up at the bar one day and started notching my belt when it came to Rising Sons. She told me that with my looks, it wasn't much of a challenge. Donna’d worked at the Watering Hole since the Sons opened it, and we became fast friends.

    “Never told me about your past, though,” she said, drawing in a long, slow breath. As she exhaled the faint, blue smoke, she went on, “I never pried, mind you, but it always worried me. I just hate to see a younger girl like you do that to herself.”

    It ached to hear Donna talk. It was as if she was scolding me and telling me about another friend at the same time. I felt guilt, even though there was no memories to associate it with. I ached, and I wanted to apologize for something I couldn’t even remember doing.

    “Did you ever talk to me about it?” I asked, flicking the ashes from the end of my untouched cig.

    She nodded, “Every chance I could. You told me that you had a plan, and then you gave me this look that only a twenty something gives. I tried to tell you that you weren’t going to find a husband plowing through a Harley dealership, but you just shook your head at me.”

    “I’m sorry. I wish I knew what I was thinking.” My voice was low as I took in Donna’s story. I disliked Patience more and more as I learned about her.  

    She put a hand on my shoulder. There was pain and sincerity in her eyes, “You didn’t take my advice a few weeks ago, but maybe you will now. That fight with Lisa last night should have been a wakeup call. Do you know what you were doing? You were hitting on her husband. Stache is a full-member of the Sons and a married man, and you were trying everything you could to fuck him. She put a hard whooping on your ass, and I can’t say I blame her.”

    “Donna, I--”

    She raised a hand, “Not done, sweetie. Not done. Maybe what happened was a gift from God. A chance to start over. Did you consider that?”

    I hadn’t. The entire day, I had thought about how awful it was; the feeling of being lost and empty without a single memory to ground me. The last thing I had considered that my memory loss had happened for a reason. The only reason was the fact that I had gotten into a drunken fight and gotten knocked ass over teakettle.

    She didn’t wait for me to reply, “I think you should. Clean slate and all