The world is too small.
It’s been years.
He stares at me in my costume and wig and takes a second to recall how he knows my face. Another time, another place. Recognition washes over him.
I know his secrets.
No matter the masks. No matter the past, present, or future.
I know his lies AND his truth.
I smile. He stares at me with a mixture of dread and embarrassment. I wait to see what will come next.
Finally he sighs. “I promise to call and schedule my physical tomorrow.”