Oh, T. I don't even know what to make of tonight's session. What do you really think? I could tell you were choosing your words very carefully, but I just DON"T KNOW. I will never know, because I won't talk to my parents or brother about this. I just won't. I understand your reasoning, but after 37 years, talking about anything personal is too much. I don't want to do it.

So, I am left alone to accept my absence of memory. I hate it, T, I really do.

Please wave your magic wand. Please.