“When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.”
About two years ago, Debbie, a new teller came on the job at my local bank. I would see her often because she was always at the business window, and I would hand over the day’s deposits.
After a while we became friendly and I asked her out. It was something I rarely did, ask someone for a date that, if it didn’t work out, I’d still be seeing due to business. But she was so cute, I couldn’t resist.
At first the evening went well, but then her mood began to change, not in a bad way, but I could tell something was on her mind.
She began asking probing questions about my family, and I was starting to feel a little uneasy because she was getting a bit too personal. When she realized I was starting to hold back, she told me she sensed something was amiss and she was trying to get to the bottom of it.
She started honing in on my sister, who at that time had just moved to Florida to live with her fiancé. Debbie said she couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt my sister’s presence. I asked what that meant and she explained that sometimes she picks up on someone who could be far away, and in this case it was a person whom she had never met.
I didn’t think much of it that night, but the next day I received a call from my father explaining that my sister had been rushed to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy. When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.
New Orleans, LA