"So what are you doing about her memory problem thing?" Janine asked, sipping her latte.

"I don't know. What can we do? She either remembers things, or she doesn't" I answered.

"But you're not really talking to anyone about it."

"That's true," I said, reaching for the sugar cubes that she's been snacking on.

"Why not?" She asked, curious.

I thought about it for a second or two. She hadn't wanted to really disclose to the world what kind of problem she was having, revealing her complicated issue to some uncaring stranger, and she didn't know who to turn to, anyway. She'd mentioned that she eventually wanted to see someone about it, but as far as I knew, she hadn't even looked up any numbers at that point.

"I think that we're still waiting on something to jog her memories back," I replied. "It happens from time to time, you know. These bits of her past come up to the surface, triggered by random sights, smells, and even tastes."

"That's weird."