A smile that can take the breath away of anyone and dimples that are impossibly cute.And a very slightly crooked nose that actually enhanced her beaut..., rather than take away from it. It was obvious that at some time in the past she had broken her nose and it had not been set correctly.To say that I was smitten would be like saying that Mount Everest is a fairly large hill.My first words to her, before I knew her name or anything was: “Are ... are you an angel?”And that wasn’t a feeble attempt. .." she repliedEmmi couldn't help but laugh, "Oh you'll get used to them dear, trustme".Emmi waved her hand again. Memories that didn't belong to Chloe began tofill her head. Instead of taking over the old ones, they sorta mergedtogether. Like she remembered having breakfast with her husband Sam.Wait what? Her husband? That couldn't be right and it was Sam?! Chloelooked at her boss who was just smiling."And now for the good memories," she giggled.Chloe didn't know what she meant, but figured. I suppose I’m not that bad looking. It could be worse I guess.’ ‘Lucky you,’ he murmured, gazing at his own reflection. ‘There’s something about your face that’s familiar to me,’ he said, ‘… but I can’t say the same for my own. Waking up and discovering that you’re a rat is a bemusing experience.’ I laughed and he threw a handful of rags onto the river stones beside me, keeping one strip that he began winding around a cut near my shoulder. The feeling of his big, gentle claws on my skin was. I can have my children visit, so don't worry they won't call the police," I said with a smile."Have you ever done it with a girl?" she asked with that combative tone again."I have no idea," I replied. My own memory was wiped out as I said before. My substitute memory was filled in by my ex husband and my kids. I am trying to fill the gaps as I go along. My problem is every morning I have to start all over." Obviously if you had been closet gay your kids would not have known. Your husband.