THE CENTER part 3
The question comes from another male werewolf sitting to the left of the girl. She drops her shoulders about an inch and ponders how to answer this question.
“I’m not sure.”
The werewolf, intrigued by the girl’s answer asks, “Where’s Umknotshire?”
“I think it’s up north by the sea.” Responds the first werewolf.
“No, no you’re thinking of Umptinshire.” The first werewolf rebuts. “You know, that little coastal city famous for its brautwurst?” He brings his hand to his mouth in thought as if scanning his memory of geographic knowledge. “Hmmm… but I’ve never heard of Umknotshire.” He turns back to the girl. “Where is that?”
The girl, befuddled asks, “Where is what?”
“Umknotshire, where you’re from. Where is it located?’
“I’m sorry. I think you misunderstand. What I was trying to say is that I don’t know where I am from.”
“What?” He chuckles. “You got amnesia or something? Never heard of someone not knowing where they’re from unless they got amnesia or something. You got amnesia?’
“Or something?” Echoes a third male werewolf.
“Knock it off Robert.” Chimes in the eldest of the female werewolves. “The girl might be lost.” She turns to the girl. “My name is Ophelia. What’s your name dear?”
“I don’t have a name.”
All the werewolves and even the bus driver in a chorus respond “What?!” And a series of “Well how can that…” “Everybody’s got a….” She’s just pullin’ our…” “Well that’s just silly!”
But Ophelia, calmly, gets up and walks over to the girl. “Are you lost?” She sits next to the girl. “Cause if you are, well, dear, you’re just in the right place.”
“What do you mean?” Asks the girl.
