Fiancé!
"Oh, dearest beloved..." Edomiya looks shaken by grief. He
turns his head away.
"I'm--I'm sorry--" you say, hoping to comfort him. You reach
out a hand to pat his shoulder, but he pulls away from your touch.
"Did I say anything wrong?" you ask, almost hurt.
"No--no--" he says, and turns around to face you.
"No--it's just--I had hoped--after your fall--I'd hoped you'd
remember me--but I--no--it's all right--"
Fall? What fall? You look in his eyes sternly. "What fall?"
Edomiya looks at you in disbelief. "What fall? You're not
serious?" You nod. He rubs his dark head. "Then you hit your
head harder than I thought," he mumbles. Then he pulls over a
chair--no, two chairs--from somewhere in the corner, and sits himself.
He nods to you to sit down also, then proceeds to tell his story.
Fiancé! Surely you don't rememember having a fiancé! You shake your
head, no.
