Chapter 58 Regan Without François
Regan without Francois
Regan heard voices. She tried to move and could not. The voices were not speaking Greek or English or any language she recognized. There was a light in her eyes. There was pressing on her hand, on her leg, and words she did not understand.
After the light, someone speaking English. “Do you know your name?” asked a man, a man in a doctor coat. She could not remember her name.
“Where am I?”
“ingilizce konusuyor. What is your name?”
She shook her head. A deep blue space in her mind. Driving a car on a mountain road, but from where and toward what?
A nurse, a male nurse with a kind voice. “Here is a pen. You can draw and write down anything you remember about who you are.”
Regan remembered the pay phone at her elementary school.
Cool plastic in her hand. Her finger on cold metal.
She remembered the pay phone at the bad place Mr. Ragdale had taken her.
If she pressed the square buttons, she could go home.
The number of her landline. If she had a quarter, she could call her mom.
She did not know who or where she was, but she knew her home number by heart.