They were going back to Mabel’s house in the nude feeling perfectly fulfilled. How enchanting the experience must have been for them to end up so un...nhibited.I told Mabel I needed to stay at the bunk house because there was something about the son I needed to understand. “Something dramatic has changed. I’m feeling it right to my core.” She seemed concerned about my safety, could be an issue and I said something was telling me I didn’t need to worry. I couldn’t explain it but there it was. I. Did you read the paper?’ Suddenly I understood where we were headed. ‘You mean what Allison did in her room while I drank coffee.’ ‘You just drank coffee?’ ‘Well, I could see her.’ ‘See her! YOU COULD SEE HER?’ ‘Well, the door was open and the… the mirror was… well it way turned…’ ‘What did I say about us?’ ‘Us?’ ‘You, Allison and me. What did I say about us?’ ‘That I shouldn’t…’ ‘You shouldn’t what?’ ‘Shouldn’t plan on her joining us…’ ‘Damn you, don’t you get it. You fucking watched her!’. Curiously, Mariah opened the letter and immediately her jaw dropped:"Dear principals. Herewith, the Secretary of Education informs all schools that the new subject of practical sex-education is to be introduced immediately. Please inform all teachers and and your staff about the following: According to new EU legislation, all students that have reached the age of 18 are obliged to attend the new subject of practical sex-education. As the principals, it is your duty to select the qualified. I went back and changed into a black business suit—slacks, white blouse, jacket, sensible shoes. I put on the same blonde wig I’ve come to identify with since I started wearing it a couple of years ago. I knotted a scarf around my neck and went out to catch a bus downtown.The office was cold and empty. Silent. I didn’t bother to open Dag’s door. I couldn’t bear to look into his office without him there. First, I’d check email. Come to think of it, there was paper mail lying on the floor inside.