“Can’t anything be done?” Bruce asked.
“I am flying her parents and a doctor back with me tonight,” Brent answered. “Her memory may come back to her all in a flash, a sudden shock might do it, or it might take time. I don’t know.”
“Can’t we do something?” Janet wanted to know anxiously. “I mean, do you think she might remember if she saw one of us?”
“Show her Janet, that would be a shock!” Carol suggested, daringly impudent.
Brent laughed with the rest but then he shook his head. “When she sees her parents she should remember—if anything familiar can restore her memory.”
“If she didn’t know you——” Phyllis began.
“What was it, Brent?” Bruce asked. “The shock of the crash? The limb of the tree that fell upon the plane or what?”
“I suppose we will never know,” Brent said. “It must have been one of those.”
“Isn’t it terrible?” Valerie murmured with a little shiver. “Think of Gale, not knowing who she is, where she came from. I wish I could go to her.”
The others were silent until Brent rose saying he must get back to the Howard home for dinner. Phyllis went out with him. He left her at the corner and entered the yard of Gale’s home. Strange she could remember none of this, he thought. The flowers which in summer ran as a border to the walk, the old tree by the fence, her home, the place where she had lived all her life.