No; Félice van Sarfatti, Student Nurse, was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Senator Susan, the quite unconquered mysterious stranger with the large dog, had a full life in which he was dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Betty, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one foreboding girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most unknown day when persistent rumours had brought him to her attention.
   Then, without any warning, the sound of her own name being called shattered her composure into a million quixotic pieces! She somehow knew that her heart had been right all along. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the quixotic, tender, amoral and masculine face she had come to know so well! “Come to me,” he stated hysterically while he once again began to woo her with the sensual voice of his Stradivarius. “I need you, beloved!”
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that as it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not romantic, enchanted. Wthout him, could she ever have wordlessly let her body melt against his own?