Yes, exactly that.’ Denise paused in thought, and then said. ‘The anniversary’s this weekend, isn’t it? The eleventh?’ ‘Yes, that’s righ...,’ Anne confirmed, ‘on Saturday.’ ‘Stan will want to visit the grave. So we’ll all go, and support him, and console him, and look after him.’ ‘All?’ Anne asked. ‘You and me. Elizabeth, I expect. I’ll ask Bob, as well. We’ll all go with him. It’ll be a demonstration of support for him.’ ‘And I can get closer to him, while we all try to pull him out of his. Again he's wearing black stockings. Inboth these images he's wearing low heels.The next image shows the man wearing a long white nylon nightgown whichhas puff sleeves and is slightly transparent.I waited for a response from my wife. Nothing! To say I was disappointedwas an understatement. It was seven weeks later something happened. Itwas a Friday and I got up to prepare to go to work by taking a shower. Ialways took my clothes into the shower so that I was fully dressed readyfor breakfast.. I went to the ground and took a stick and drew North America. She looked at it and then me blankly.I then said, "Europe?" She shook her head. "Poland?" She shook her head. "Berlin?" Her head shook again. "Latvia?" Head shake. "Croatia?" Head shake. "Caspian Sea?" Head shake. I decided there was more to what was happening than had thus far met my eye.I had noticed that there was little, if any, cloth in the cabin. The coverlet that I had brought to Elena was made of skin with bead work. I began. It undoubtedly would but doing it this way might make things easier and the emotion pleasant."Yes, darling! I do love you and you are my princess and always will be."Her head came up but her eyes remained full of tears and doubt."And I remain in love with my wife who is my queen and because of that I shall tell her about us when she gets home." What?Yes, darling! I shall tell her. And do you know what she will say?" No?" She'll say: 'That poor girl! You've done well, my darling. Do you want to.