Everyone was raving about how much the kids responded to the new programs.
Everyone but Lauren O'Brien who was much more into lacrosse. Or rather, one particular player. Danielle, no, Daniel. Why did she mentally add those extra letters to his name? Lauren's eyes were focused on Daniel. She didn't even know the rules of the game. She could hardly even tell it was him in a uniform from a distance. Knowing it was him was enough to inspire her dreams.
She would soon have dreams of a very different sort.
Her cell phone rang. "Not now," she grumbled to herself. She was tempted to ignore it. But what if it was one of her friends? She didn't recognize the number. Yet she answered anyway. Why'd she do that? "Hello?" She unconsciously got up and walked away from the stands so she could more clearly hear the voice on the other end.
"Uh ... is this the community center?" asked Leonard.
"The what?" Lauren asked back.
"There's a disoriented woman in my house."
"And what am I supposed to do about her?"
"I heard you have a new volunteer ... someone who could come down here and help this poor woman somehow."
"Yes, we ... do?" What am I saying, thought Lauren. "I'm sorry ... I'm that volunteer. I was ..." Lauren looked back at the field one last time. "... busy." Thoughts of Daniel began to fade.
Judging from this one call, Leonard wasn't sure how true the stories about the new volunteer were. She sounded spaced out, not to mention rude. Yet he still didn't want to get the police involved.
"What's going on with this woman?" asked Lauren.
"She's middle-aged and convinced my house is hers. She's also convinced she's wearing the wrong clothes. And I know that all sounds strange, but here's something stranger ... she's Asian and she spoke with what sounded like a Japanese accent but now she's developing a ... Southern drawl."
"Multiple personalities," muttered Lauren to herself.
"Could you repeat that, please?" Leonard's voice was higher.
"Never mind. I'll be right over there. Where do you live?"
"269 Lake Point Drive. Please hurry! She's --" Leonard screamed. The call ended.
Lauren stood still with the phone still in her hand. A cheap model, not the iPhone she had held only minutes ago. 269 Lake Point Drive ... should I go there? Should I call the police?
