Big Salmon Lake I've got good intentions

Towhee had interrupted a bona fide pity party. Her brow quirked with morbid curiosity, a soft snort escaping her when the stranger said she wasn’t carrying anything contagious. Only, she wasn’t a stranger, according to her. Towhee squinted, assessing her features and drawing a total blank.

A few, she quipped in response to the woman’s prompt. And I guess I’m geriatric enough that my memory’s faulty because I have this vague sense that we’ve met but… I have no recollection of you beyond that, sorry, Towhee admitted, not sounding very apologetic at all.