The numbing, desperate feeling of being alone, of being hated! The humiliation waiting for the quince bough to fall and tear the flesh! The silence. The cluttered attic that had embraced her, and held her, and become her friend. Father Luis, his beautiful face his blinding smile, the sunshine in the bleak days of her childhood had blended into the shadows of that dimension that people insisted on calling the past. The shot still blasted in her ears. Her hand still curled as though around a pistol stock. The memories? She had tried to leave them behind, but they had insisted to be a part of her life in the exterior world. Now she was flying to the land of sunshine, to marry a man she hardly knew.