Because I've always been here, she had been about to say. The Snow Maid lives in the World Below. That is what the legends told. That is what others b...lieved.But if the one who was the prime source of her belief chose to believe otherwise...She gasped, and he nodded, following her thought."If I believe that the Snow Maid can leave the World Below and journey and live in the World Above, she can. You can. If you wish."Her eyes welled with tears. "And the hair?" A test," he shrugged. "I needed to. This true story concerns my wife and as a prelude to the story, I need to explain that my wife has never been one who is at all permissive or one who sl**p around and as far as I know has always been most faithful. Also I am the type of person who would not appreciate, or tolerate my wife behaving in an inappropriate manner. On this occasion however, my wife did indeed behave inappropriately and although I had mixed feelings, I found it to be very exciting. It was one Christmas Eve and I was. While we were fishing we started drinking wine and sitting around just talking about everything in general we were beginning to get pretty drunk. We decided to make our way back to the cabin I had a drunk woman on each arm and trying to carry all of our gear was quite challenging. We finally made it to the cabin my wife was ready to pass out from the wine and long walk so she went to the bedroom to lay down .Amy (sister in law) went down stairs to the room she was staying in to relax also.The. Perhaps it was Sandra's job, as an art and architecture critic for one of the London broadsheets, which gave him the strength, for in his job he had to put up with a great deal of enmity from those who disagreed with his opinions.The first time that Ken went to visit, for tea, was just after the stitches had been removed from the blow to his head. Although Ken was too discrete to blame his parents, some bitterness inevitably leaked out, and he suspected that Sandra and Sarah had an inkling that.