You have been away for far too long. You nuzzle my neck as I peacefully rub your hand. This is it. The peaceful loving stage between restless thoughts...of the day and the calm ever peaceful sleep. Exactly where we were meant to be at this time. I sigh and cry a little. Beautiful happy tears with a shade of sadness. For I know that I only have a short amount of time with you until we are parted again. The agony of tearing us apart. I can’t bear to think of it. I start to cry. You turn me around. " Sounds final." Is final. I put up with a lot of crap for four years," Jen said. "The last three months I almost broke my own back trying to wrestle with this shit." Nice talk, little girl," I said."Sorry. Strong feelings concerning the subject matter." Exes will do that sometimes," I replied."Right, you have one too." Oh, yeah ... She left three years ago. I gave the bitch her share of the equity in the house. She was happy with the money and her new boyfriend had a much better house." So. Her memory black- out still tormenting her, she began to scrub furiously at her shapely body.Perhaps she was going crazy? She remembered how her old Aunt Millicent had lost her memory of whole days at a time. How she'd once shown up for church on a Monday morning and had stood on the doorstep in the midst of a virtual blizzard hysterically proclaiming that the entire town was doomed to eternal hellfire for breaking the Sabbath. Finally they'd come and taken her away to Peaceful Valley Rest Home. Amy smiled gently, lovingly, even sympathetically at her, and then just as lovingly pushed her off the cliff to the waiting wolves below."I think you'd probably better just tell them, Lisa," Amy said softly. Lisa sighed a big sigh."That's easy for you to say. You don't know what I have to tell them! What's your official title, Megan?" Lisa asked, seemingly out of the blue. Megan looked surprised, and then answered her."I'm the Scribe and Historian. Well, at least I'm a Scribe and Historian, now.