Cindy and I planned to visit the Civic Center to see some of the exhibits and generally get our bearings before tomorrow’s opening of the conference. After a brief tour of the facility, we decided to check out the shopping complex across the plaza, before heading back to our hotel. We had time before we had to get ready for the cocktail reception we were going to that evening. For fun, we took the elevated walkway that crossed the boulevard and gardens.
Cindy said nothing, but she suddenly took my hand and began to walk a little faster. That’s when I saw the petite young woman sitting on the bench. She was wearing the same type of shoes, what could have been the same little black dress, and had her long, straight dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.
I tried not to be too obvious about looking at her, but just as we passed the bench, the girl looked up, making brief eye contact with me.
I couldn’t help myself. I had to look. Was that Liz? Could that have been her?