I really need to talk to her. There is so much shedoesn't know. I need to talk to her about having sex and not doing it inanger and definitely not cas...ing hex's. I am a sure those memories areall there it is just finding themAlso I don't want her to just seal the deal with some random guy just topass the curse on. I think back in my past how in those early months Iwas driven to sleep with men not by sexual need just by my own desire toget back some semblance of masculinity. I got lucky in a way. HE CAME ON AND I GOT ON MY BOOTS AND JACKET HE GRABBED MY HAND IN HIS AND WE STARTED DOWN THE SNOW COVERED TRAILS JUST WALKING HAND IN HAND LOOKING AT THE ICE HANGING FROM THE TREE LIMBS IT WAS JUST BARELY DUSK AND SO PRETTY WE WERE HOPING TO COME TO A CLEARING TO BE ABLE TO WATCH THE SUNSET. WE GOT TO THE CLEARING JUST AS THE SUN STARTED GOING DOWN AND ALL THE COLORS IN THE CLEAR SKY WERE SO BEAUTIFUL. HE PULLED ME DOWN ONTO A LARGE TREE THAT HAD FALLEN AND WE SAT UPON IT WATCHING THE SUN FALL. Obviously she had knocked on the door and we hadn’t heard and now the three of us were frozen in position staring at each other. Sasha reacted first, she said to the maid, “Put the towels down and come over here”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I though the maid would run from the room and probably the next thing we would hear was the sound of the manager knocking on the door. Much to my surprise the maid did as she was told. “Sit on the bed next to us” Sasha instructed her. The maid. The wind in his hair felt wild, untamed, and the force of it buffeted his soul as he thought about the years after her death. His wife had started playing the piano again, but something was different now. Her memory was a game of chance, the biochemical sequencing of the flow of memory altered by her disease. Her conscious mind commanded one note while memory served up another, so she had to relearn all she’d learned and lost. Then one evening he’d come home to Chopin’s Nocturnes and her smile.