I Don't Remember You, I Said.

Fletcher was woken by a woman stroking his hair. She said she used to make love to him more or less every time he wandered into her room in the village. But now there were four men and two women sitting around a dying fire, not speaking. They had been discussing me thoroughly while I was asleep. The old man looked at Fletcher as if saying: 'Why don't you join the rest of us now? You've got a lot of explaining to do' After that they all went back to their own conversations.