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This high school reunion sparks one intriguing circumstance after another. When Bobby Olsen returns to his small home town, he is hell bent on pointing out moments from Jessica Kasta’s past in order to disclose her path of shallowness.
Jessica becomes aware of the errors of her way with hopes of correcting them while best friend Patty Madiel goes through her own relationship disorders.
After a former classmate gives the girls a frightening surprise, they hide precious information from each other during an attempt to analyze their dilemmas separately.
The plot becomes a puzzle where Bobby supplies the final pieces for the rest of the gang to put into place for Jessica.
Remembering Olsen is a dark, not dreary, supernatural thriller that boggles the mind and stretches the imagination up until it’s satisfyingly, stunning climax.
Will Jessica be fulfilled when she finally begins remembering Olsen?
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Jessica comes out of her bathroom followed by shower steam. She wears one towel around her body and dries her hair with another. She wears fluffy slippers while walking and singing on her way towards the bedroom.
She passes the living room and looks in. Bobby sits comfortably on her sofa with the television on. “Good evening beautiful.”
“Oh, you scared me.” She makes sure her towel covers everything while smiling brightly. “This time I left the door open on purpose. I was thinking about you on my walk home.”
Bobby rests his glass of lemonade on the table next to him. “That’s nice. This is exactly what I used to dream about back in the old days. You coming out of the shower, me being on your mind all day, and us spending the evening together, just talking.
Jessica is wide eyed. “That is so sweet.” She pulls the towel tighter and sits on the arm of the couch. “I wish we began this relationship ten years earlier.”
“Are you tired of traveling down memory lane yet?” Bobby sits up.
“No. Not at all. I was hoping you could get some more off your chest.” She becomes filled with hope. “Maybe your opening up can cure the old wounds and clear a path to build something meaningful between us.”
Bobby picks up the yearbook and plays with her. “Well, open your textbook to the eleventh grade.” He puts his hands together and tilts his head back with the year book on his lap. “I remember a girl who really grew up that summer. What a knock out. The pretty face, long, luxurious hair, and a body that all of a sudden brought it all together. You were dazzling. Those young beauty queen features.”
He smiles at her as she wipes a tear from her cheek. “And once again, I played the fool. I sat in the back of study hall when you walked in. That year we had a sort of mutual friend, Bruce. He let me join in your conversation for a word or two. The relationship with Chad was over and you were discussing what guys would be suitable for you and which girls would be suitable for Bruce. A couple of others joined in and it felt so good just to be a part of the same conversation as you. You probably don’t recall that one either.”
Jessica returns Bobby’s helpless frown with an apologetic response. “To tell you the truth, I only remember certain moments of that school year. Mostly parties, sitting through the football games and doing my hair with some of the girls. Those little classroom talks don’t really stick out.”
“Those little classroom talks were all that I had. Do you know what you said when it came time to...
