"Wait a minute", says Carl. "Did any of you actually know Robert?"
"I did", says Sarah. "I was attending St. James back in the day."
"That's where I know you from ", I interject.
"Oh, that's right", she says to me. "That's why you look familiar. And now here we are? Small world, eh?"
Then Sarah says, "By the way, I might as well 'fess-up now. "I also already knew Isabel."
"I do say", says Carol, between mouthfuls of a vanilla cream.
"And you never told us anything", says Jennifer. "Sarah! Explain, please."
"Isabel followed me one day to St. James."
"What!" says Maureen, thoroughly dumbfounded.
"Just after Jean-Pierre started staying with us. She was standing well away from the bus stop, looking at her phone. I didn't even think she was waiting for the bus, but she got on right after me, and then sat two seats away, just behind me. I could literally feel her eyes on me. When I got off to transfer downtown, she got off too. She got on the same bus, the Number Seven Nanaimo. This time she sat right behind me. I was starting to feel rather creeped, to say the least. I was beginning to feel nervous, so I got off a couple of stops early. She followed me. I arrived at the church for Sunday high mass, and Isabel sat down just two rows behind me..."
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