She is beautiful.

She was going to kill me.

"I'm sorry miss, I just thought..."

"Thought what asshole?  You show up with a message from some prick that left five years ago and think I'd invite you in for some cake?  My kid is inside the house and you want to come down here and make her go through this shit again?"

Until this point the man had been silent, "Honey, maybe we should call the police."

"Fuck the police, Carl.  Get your ass inside, I have nothing to fear from this limp dick cracker.  Do I?"

"No...just let me explain..."  God, let me explain lady.

"You got five minutes and then I'm going to go in the house and get a gun, and shoot you in your ugly face?"

"Fair enough."

"Clock is ticking..."

Where to begin?  Apparently, I'm not Sam Conners, but maybe a friend?

"Do you know who I am?"

"No, other than some skinny ass white guy talking about bullshit from the grave."

"What do you mean grave?  Is Sam dead?"

"Shit, I don't know."  The tension was broken and she sat down on the porch.  "Sam just disappeared.  No note, no fight, nothing, just poof and he was gone.  I had some friends that said they thought they saw him here or there but no real proof."

"So, this is hard to ask without sounding crazy, I'm not Sam Conners am I?"

"What?

"I have this problem, amnesia.  I came down here because I don't know who I am and I just....I guess I was hoping I could fill in some of the margins."

"I'm really sorry for you, but you don't look anything like him.  Not that I could prove it.  How does a man get to be thirty with out a single picture?  I tried getting him to call his family but they were all gone.  All he had was the one bitch of sister and she had so many drugs in her, I'm not even sure she knew what she looked like."

"So he just disappeared?"

"He used to hang out at this bar in town called the Manger.  The night before he left somebody told me he was talking to a man dressed all in black.  They were arguing about some sort of debt.  In the morning he was gone and that other guy was gone too."

"Any theories?"

"I don't know the mob?  I just told him the week before I was pregnant, so I just assumed he couldn't hack it and split town."

"Well I apologize for bothering you ma'am."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, I wasn't very ladylike, just a sort spot you know?"  A chill wind picked up and we both shivered.  "I wish I could help you more, what was your name?"

I snort, "uh...Sam."

"You don't sound sure."

"I'm not really, especially after today.  Well I'm not going to waste any more of your time.  Thank you again Miss Rose."

I walked a little slower to the car than I had left it.

I drove off.  When I looked in the rear view mirror I saw Naomi staring off into the Heavens.