ept falling against people and pushing them off and
running and suddenly this man grabbed me and said, 'Mimi, Mimi,' he kept
saying that and I guess some more and finally he calmed me down and, of
course, it was Donald. He told me I was all right and to be quiet and
what the hell was the matter with me anyhow. Well, to make a long story
short, we got off the train here and stayed in a hotel for a while and
then Donald bought this place and here we are. But I don't know if I'm
really his wife or not. Did he mention sex to you?"

Victor nodded and she said, "So you know I'm not his wife _that_ way, at
least. And I have only his word that we were ever married."

"You don't have a marriage certificate, or pictures?"

"We don't have anything that would prove our existence prior to that
date we were on the train. Naturally, he'd have left all that behind
when we left wherever we were coming from. Any documents at all would
ruin his story. For all I know he just picked me up at the train
station."

"And you just picked up life here?" Victor asked. "As simple as that!"

"What else could I do? I was terribly frightened, and Donald was so calm
and assuring. I didn't really think I had lost my memory, you know. I
mean, I _couldn't_ believe it. I didn't seem bewildered or anything, I
just could not remember anything. Am I making sense? Anyway, I felt it
would all come back to me any moment, and I went on living from one
moment to another, and here I am and I still can't remember anything."

* * * * *

"What was Donald's reaction when you told him you didn't know who you
were?" Victor asked her.

"As a matter of fact, I didn't tell him right away. I was so afraid, I
just went along with him.... Oh, it's so hard to explain."

"He didn't realize that you were acting strange, bewildered?"

"Well, you know," Mimi said, "we're not talking about a normal man,
remember. I suppose if I acted sort of, you know, lost, he attributed it
to our recent trip through time. _I_ don't know. Anyhow, he seemed to
accept me."

"Let's get back to this time-travel bit. When did you realize that he
thought you had both come from another time?"

"The limes really make the drink, don't they?" she asked. "Well, it came
out sort of gradually. I'd listen to him really closely whenever he
talked about the past, naturally. I was trying to find out about me
without telling him, I thought he'd get all excited and all, and