” RMA. Remember Me Always. Why did they want me to remember them always? Why not? Didn’t they deserve that? Would they remember me? None of us wou...ld ever know if we did or didn’t.The following morning, a Monday, would have seen me at Suzie Bowen’s, as had been our habit these recent weeks. But I didn’t go, and she never called. And I wouldn’t presume to show up without being summoned; for all I knew, her mother might have had the day off. Even if my presence had been requested, I’m not sure I’d. I then replaced my shoes. I did all this in astall in case someone came in while I was completing my tasks. As Iopened the bathroom door, my body shivered with excitement and anxiety.After exiting the bar area with success--no one even glanced at me, Ifaced about thirty feet to return to our table, and I walked quickly,giddy with apprehension that someone would see and know I was wearinggirl's stockings. However, again, no one so much as glanced up from anyof the tables I passed. Also, Tonya. What was she saying? At the same time, however,my fingers went to my belt and opened it. I unfastened the top of myslacks and lowered the zipper. Her words about denying me sex keptreplaying in my mind. That would be unthinkable. I would have tocooperate until this got sorted out, and then everything would be normalagain. I let my pants fall and looked back and forth from one of thewomen to the other. They weren't upset. This was what they wanted.Feeling disoriented, I began to lower my. Me?” she repeated, shocked. “But I’m ... I’m your sister?”“I say it again, just as drunk: that sometimes, I think of you. I’m speaking in a loud whisper, and it’s obvious that I think I’m being quieter than I am.”The more details I give, the more believable the hypothetical is. The fact that my sister hadn’t woken up was a good sign, but as she sat there processing, that familiar fear came back.Sure, the only implanted memory would be “one time you and your brother got drunk.” But maybe she’d.