Chapter  17

                        Memories of the Past

        Every afternoon after dinner, we sat on the porch in hand and side by side thet we place our hobby.
         We dinner at about seventeen hours.  Schedules were a religion to him. I wish their feeding schedules were rigidly adhered to. I struggled to do my best.
          Given that beautiful lands.Cape pieces of our past we reported in a attitude of who was facing an analyst whose pacient now was I, now was him.
           Our intimacy was like a book that gradually , each day  a chapter was defoliated.
           They were memories................