“I fear we lost touch with your sister, Colonel. Where is she at present?”This was my chance, and I informed her of my worry at not hearing from B...cky for some time, and not knowing of her present whereabouts.“The last letter the family received from her was to say she was preparing to visit Naples with Lord Byron, and you and your husband.” I said, prevaricating with the practised ease of a politician.I saw a flush of what could be guilt appear on Mary Shelley’s pallid face.“And you have not. Part of the review was to look at my progress as an artist.As we worked through the portfolio, I saw Dr. Lowenstein become a little agitated, looking sideways at Dr. Robinson. I wondered if he had another appointment and was impatient to leave.“It’s an impressive portfolio, Arthur,” Dr. Robinson said. “I knew when you came to us that you were a prolific painter. What I see here is that your technique has really improved.”“Thank you,” I said.“Are you happy, Arthur?” Dr. Lowenstein said. Please don't go,please talk to me." Now she saw the worry in my eyes."You wouldn't understand Danny. Please?" Are you sick? Is that why you go to the doctors every two weeks?" I wasworried that we might lose her too, just when the two of us were getting usedto her being in our lives. I tried to pull her into a reassuring hug, but shepulled away."Please, I am not sick. I, I just can't tell you about everything. Not yet,please." She had a very worried look in her eyes."Cat, why won't you let me. He just said, “okay,” as he walked out the door. I sent Emily off to spend the night with a friend of hers. I didn’t want her around in case this didn’t work. And then I spent the next several hours afraid and sexually frustrated. You never would have guessed that I’d been laid, wonderfully so, twice in less than forty-eight hours. I should have been blissfully satisfied, but the prospect of sex with my handsome son had me on edge all evening. The thought that this was very wrong didn’t stop.