“In the morning—actually it was very late morning when we both woke up—the curtains were open and sun was pouring into her yellow room. My hands had been untied. She drew me into bed with her as if the night had been a dream, and she didn’t remember a thing. She made love to me the way she always did, and fussed over the horrible wounds on my ass—like she had no idea how they got there.
“I was too confused, and still too scared of her to correct her memory. She decided that I looked listless and pale. That I was coming down with something and I’d better go home. She fed me a plate of scrambled eggs. Then she loaned me a sundress and dropped me off at Samuel’s door, telling me that she’d stop by the next day to see how I was doing. But she never stopped by. We didn’t see her again for at l
