However, it was mine to open and to decide whether to share the contents with her. Thinking it was high school memorabilia I told her I would think ab...out it. It was only after I got home and opened the sealed box that the full extent of the dilemma I faced became apparent. I took out a photo album especially made for instant pictures taken with a Land Camera.As I glanced through the photos in the plastic sleeves, which had protected the instant pictures through the years, what stared me in the. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent’s frame at its apex. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her hair, thrust up at the top of her head and twitched like a cat’s. A face stared at me, golden eyes slitted. A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to the sleeping, snoring man.The warleader slept. She started to turn from the window, thinking that she would hastily dress and join the townswomen in helping in whatever ways they could. A dark silhouette loomed on the balcony, backlit by the fire. Constance took a step back, drawing in a breath to scream. ‘Constance,’ Enrique said, his voice caressing her name. ‘Constance, finally, Constance.’ He rushed at her, bore her across the room and onto the bed where she’d so recently and unsatisfactorily lain with Robert. Her breath was driven. Gopal came back and used to live with us. Me and my sister Lakshmi we both live in same room. She is a very good sister, she is very close with me and shares everything and like me very much, I too like her very much. Now Gopal is also in our room. We have two single beds and Gopal used to sleep on my bed and we used to love every night. In our room we have a TV and CD player in the night we used to watch TV or some movie and go to bed. When some romantic scene or song comes my sister wants me.