So I'm writing up page three out of the 10-12 I need to write and I am suddenly bombarded by the memory of Jessica Tiernan, a close friend in junior high, an acquaintance in high school. I remember her distinctly, her voice, her mannerisms, her freckles. I didn't like her much back then and she was one of those bullyish friends but thinking back on the kind of person she was, her personality, I regret not getting to know her better. She was cooky, spontaneous, a hoot. I wonder with great curiousity where she is now. I think she went to culinary school. I would really like to know how she is. I remember her dog, Dweezil. I remember her mom. I remember her fascination with the world of geishas. I remember her relationships. Hi, Jess.