But if you're not, you're not, which is a good thing, I guess. I just wonder why," he was saying more to himself than to her.Then he looked at her int...ntly in the eyes, "If only you had your memory," his voice was wistful, contradictory to his hard gaze. "Cynara, you can trust me. I hope you know that."Oh God, he knew, she thought, but would that really be so terrible? But if she told him she could remember, how would she explain where she came from."If only I could remember," she said with a. He got up from his chair took a tape measure and found that the piece was almost four feet long and two feet wide.Just then, he heard someone knocking on the front door. Thinking it was probably Rana returning between exams for something, he felt himself growing hard, for the vision of him fucking her on the ottoman were still fresh in his mind.Rana’s forgotten her key, he thought; they must have postponed the exam. He opened the door to find her fifteen-year-old cousin, Samira smiling shyly. I already put in your driver'slicense some money your lipstick and a compact. Make sure you remember tocheck your makeup every once in a while."We went down stairs to wait for Don to pick us up. As we were waiting theinvitation Don extended toward the three of us started to replay ititself in my head. Once more I wondered what Don knew of Brenda Annie andmy relationship.After a few minutes of thinking about it I turned to Annie and asked,"Did you say anything to Don about our relationship with. 'They are gone Sebbun, both of them. I can't bring them back, but I can make their murders pay. Not one of them will live, I swear it!' Sebbun's thoughts were filled with his pain and anger, so internalized, so powerful. At this distance he could almost picture killing the man he had seen in Johnny's mind, the man who responsible for all those deaths. His fingers clamped on the man's throat, and squeezing the life out of him as he watched the man struggled to breath.'I'm sorry Chenosh, but do.