"What exactly happened?" James suddenly asked.He surprised me with his question. Why did a young man like James care so much about an old woman's divo...ce? That bitch mother of his probably got him curious with her big mouth. As I was about to respond, James stopped me. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business," he said."No, it's fine," I said. "He just got caught up in his work and couldn't spend time with me anymore. That's all."James looked shocked at my response. He just stared at me with a. "So Ruth began talking about the types of cigar she had in stock, warningme that the smaller sizes could pack a real kick, and explaining that thelighter the color of the tobacco the milder the cigar was likely to be.She was a good instructor, but as she talked, I found my attentiondrifting back to the mural of the woman with the cigar."Excuse me," I finally said. "What is the story behind that mural? It'svery impressive."Ruth smiled, turned and looked up at the mural, and brushed the corner. In any case, in spite of the doctor’s bullish prediction, I felt sure it would take a while longer before I started feeling like the same man I was before, let alone a new one. My main concern was simply to be released, so that I could read what books I liked, stream what music I liked, and generally start to feel like a human being again. It was with a huge sense of relief that, late one afternoon, my new doctor appeared to tell me that she was completely confident that I would be going home. "Very few and select people know," she answered and she caught a warm smile from Priscilla."Wise, my dear. Oh, they don't know it but I was an orphan, too." Her voice changed into a conspiratorial whisper. "Worse even, I stole a loaf of bread to feed my siblings. In '02 it was, and they had me deported to New South Wales. The transport was taken by pirates but I escaped with another woman. We were picked up by a Navy ship under Anthony Carter. He brought me back to England and Harriet's father,.