”Do you want to talk about your sexual abuse or is it something you’ve forgotten?”

                                                                                                                                                                                                         The Princess of Disks

I feel a warm cloth over my forehead and smell a rooty, earthy scent as my eyes finally open. I’m lying on a couch in a darkened room lined with volumes of books and tables piled with papers. Candles burning and curious scents fill the air around me.

”Where am I?” I ask before I feel her sit down by me. I try to rise up but her hand on my shoulder presses me back.

”You’re okay. You’ve hit your head though. How does it feel? Sore?” The Gypsy adjusts the cloth on my forehead and under it I do feel a rising lump.

”Ouch! What’d I hit?” I squint my eyes as I try to remember.

”The side of the table but not too bad.” She dabs another deeply earthy smelling balm on my welt and places the warm cloth back across my forehead.

”Tell me what happened. Nothing can hurt you here.”

The corners of my eyes sting as my ears fill with tears. ”I didn’t know it was wrong.” I manage to say very evenly. ”It was my older sister, my only sister really. We were practicing her kissing with boys.”

The Gypsy nods and replaces the towel on my forehead. ”This scent, do you like it?” And a fragrance unlike anything I’ve ever smelled envelopes me. My nose says not peaches, or Tupelo honey but sweet with the turned earth of fields and a warmth of the sun. My mind calms. I finally relax.

”See how you can lie down on this patch of warm sunny earth?” Her hands smooth a warm blanket over me, ”and breathe now like you would as a child who’s spun down onto the ground to watch the clouds roll by.”

I drift and follow the smells of summer and find my breath.

”And when you were with her were you laughing? Was it playing?”

”It was a game. She liked this boy, Danny. I played him and like she wanted him to, I kissed her.”

”And then you began to go into her room and sleep with her?”

”That was after the party.” I say drowsily, ”when we drank the leftovers of all the drinks that came back to the kitchen on trays.” I giggle, ”and that made us very drunk.”

”Then there was more than kissing.”

”I used a long white taper from the candelabra.”

”And at night you became her lover?”

”Yes, at night I became, Tommy.” I can’t stop a surge of panic and I begin to cry. ”I was very young to feel those things.”

”Yes, you were, Tina. Yes, for anyone so young.” She takes my hands and in her eyes I see endless compassion. ”And you’ve never told your dangerous passionate one, have you?”

”And mostly for those reasons.”

”After all these years have passed what are you most afraid of? That she’d do something dangerous to your sister?”

”Oh, she wouldn’t stop with my sister. She’d burn everyone’s fucking house down.”

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