My letting agent came round to view the property as is agreed in the tenancy.
A woman called Karen, turned up on my doorstep to do the viewing.
She was about my age, 32, freckled and behaved a little ditzy.
I had taken the day off work for the inspection and she had forgotten to bring the keys for the property and was glad I was in.
Something struck me about her, she seemed familiar.
Reminded me of a girl who was in my class in Infants.
While actively engaging her in conversation, thereby distracting her from scrutinising the physical state of the property. It turns out that she came from the same village as I did.
Then moved away.
Thats when it clicked, who I think she is.
The girl called Karen back in Infants was a freckle faced bean stalk with strawberry blonde hair and more teeth then you could fit in a mouth.
The reason I remember her is because of an incident that occurred that sticks in your brain.
We were in class just after register had been taken and the Head walks in with a very dour Karen. The Head explains that Karen’s father had been killed by a motorcycle.
A few months later Karen is gone.
Now Karen may well have married or she may just be a completely different person. She didn’t recognise me but then I didn’t have some life altering event she witnessed to remember me by.
I am though curious. Would it be bad form to ask her if she is who I think she is.
The only reason I remember her is that her dad was tragically killed, other than that I have no interest in her other than proving to myself she is who I think she is.
Is this a leave sleeping dogs lay, scenario?