Mary was the only living grandchild and Matsuko’s children, two girls and a boy, had all passed on already. Mary loved the old woman, she confessed,...but sometimes she despaired at the thought of the woman being here all alone. She knew that Matsuko was likely to outlive her and possibly her daughter as well, but still felt that she had a duty to visit and to make sure she was well.I think, though she didn’t say so, that she was afraid if she stopped coming, that Matsuko would take that final. "Take care of our girl, Jenny. Wewill see you two in the morning." And with that the three of them wereout the door. I laid back into my pillow are breathed a sigh ofrelief. I had felt like I had been on stage all day but now it wasjust Jenny and me. After we ate the meal that was surprisingly prettygood, Jenny and I kicked back and watched a movie on Netflix. Idrifted away with Jenny holding me. Her love was the best medicine Icould ever receive.The next morning, I was up with the sun,. She dropped the phone and buried her face in her hands as she sobbed. She composed herself and walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. As she stared out the window she saw Phil Dorman’s overgrown property. It had sold months ago but the new owners apparently had no intention of resurrecting it.As she stared out the window a name fluttered into her mind. “Norman,” she softly spoke. She struggled to remember his last name. Phil had mentioned he was an attorney. It suddenly came. This was misogynistic, racist bullshit. Turning the page I saw….. A post stood, carved in ebony, with scenes of Asian men using and punishing women in various states of dress and nudity that made it clear they were from the Colonial Period, perhaps from the ill fated Boxer Rebellion to expel the Europeans. Chain bracelets were on the post, and whips hung from it, but the red headed girl who knelt before it was secured only by a while silk scarf, wrapped around her neck, and tied to the pole. .