She would remember everything by hearing it only once – from battle dates in history class to her neighbor’s cousin’s name.
Her best friend Sara, however, was a complete opposite – she would forget Jenny’s birthday, their meeting hours – damn, most of the time she left her wallet or keys at home, often both.
That’s why Jenny wasn’t surprised when Sara was late for their movie marathon.
Even though this has been their tradition for the past few years, Sara would still make up some lame excuse everytime instead of just admitting she forgot.
“I know she’s my best friend, but one day she’ll forget her own address” Jenny thought to herself while popping the popcorn into the microwave.
She was about to press “start” button when the doorbell started ringing frantically.
“About damn time” she murmured and walked to the door. She didn’t expect Sara to nearly knock her over while getting inside.
“What the hell happened to you?” Jenny asked, wrinkles of confusion covering her forehead.
“I… forgot to ask… mom for… money…” Sara muttered, short of breath. “For taxi… So I went on foot” she looked like a mess – her hair messed up, one shoelace loose.
“There was this guy… He looked strange… I didn’t think of it much… But he kept walking behind me… I started… Walking faster… He kept up… I started running… I lost him” she finally got some air.
“But I was so scared, I thought he was going to attack me” she cried.
“It’s okay, calm down” Jenny hugged her gently. A small part of her was thinking that maybe it was another one of Sara’s made up stories and she scolded herself for that.
But then again, her neighborhood has been known as one of the safest in the city. “Maybe he wasn’t even following you” she said.
“Probably just some guy walking down the street that looked weird, that’s it”.
“I don’t know, probably” Sara shrugged, seemingly calmer – she didn’t like to lose her cool, even in front of Jenny.
That moment the microwave started peeping which meant the move night could begin. While Jenny put their treats in bowls, Sara hung her jacket in a hallway closet.
After half an hour of watching “Halloween” on loud volume for the effect, the girls decided they needed more beer so Jenny went to the kitchen.
She opened the drawer and was about to take the bottle opener when something struck her eye and made her legs go numb.
She remembered perfectly well that her mother had thirteen kitchen knives for multiple purposes. Now there were only twelve, the largest one missing.
Another person would’ve thought they just misplaced it and forget about it but not Jenny. After all, she always had a good memory.
And now she could feel at the pit of her stomach that something was very wrong.
“Sara” she shouted, her voice quivering.
“What?” her friend answered distantly, clearly not picking up on her tone.
“Did you lock the door?”