I guess I was both older andyounger than I thought. I looked forward to the day when I wouldn't haveto ask anyone's permission to do anything. I began...to think that maybe I could show them both how to sew a bit.Remembering Darla's cool attitude about it, I figured there probablywouldn't be any interest. Still, it was worth a shot. I hugged Momgoodnight and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I hadn't even realizedI'd spent the evening walking around in my new sandals. They were thatcomfortable.. If she lived through this – whatever this was – she would have the time to be afraid later.Again she asked herself, was she alone, hoping it would trigger some memory, but nothing came to take away the black abyss of unremembering.Yet she must be alone, for if she were not, surely there would be some memory, some sound, something to tell her if she were in the company of an enemy, a captor - or even a lover.And if it were not another man keeping her company, then even an animal, some predator. It didn't take long for us to call them over to join us and soon, the eight of us were having wine and snacks around our campfire. The new couples were Kevin and Laura and Jeff and Alice and they'd known each other for ages, often travelled together like this and, like us, were nearing the end of their summer sojourn. Now this seems like quite a cast and, well, it was eight people. But, let's consider the four most important people in this story: the women. My honey, Karen, is fifty-five, still. I got out, greeted her with a hug and kiss, and opened the door for her. I drove not knowing where I wanted to go."I'm sorry, where would you like to eat? I had planned for us to eat at Griffin's but I am not that hungry." I'm not that hungry either. Where ever you want to go is fine with me." She replied."I want to go to your house so you can fix us a peanut butter sandwich." I said. We laughed remembering the past."There's not enough time and get back by one." She stated."Call in and take the.