Just a blur

Another day flew by. On our first walk, my mother and I were ambling along the closest arterial street, when a woman approached us. "I know," said my mom. "You're going to tell me we've never seen her before." Well, yeah, because we haven't. My mother has this strange deja vu syndrome where anyone she sees who smiles and says hello is someone we've seen regularly.
"Well, no, we haven't," I replied. The woman reached us, and was immediately very friendly and funny. She described herself as having a "macabre sense of humor." I liked her for that. She moved here at her daughter's insistence, and lives nearby. She's close to my mom's age. We may have found a friend, if we ever see her again.