My long-fotten history peeked out from behind the curtains. The questions Mes posed during hypnosis had dredged up memories that had been repressed for more than a tury, and fragments of those subscious recolles began intruding into my life. We would be perf our sed-rate imitation of Simon and Garfunkel when an ued Germanism would leap out of my mouth. The boys in the band thought I was tripping, and wed have to start over after a brief apology to the audience. Or Id be sedug a young woman and find that her face had morphed into the visage of a geling. A baby would cry and Id wonder if it was human or a bundle of holy terror that had bee on the doorstep. A photograph of six-year-old Henry Days first day of school would remind me of all I was not. Id see myself superimposed over the image, my face reflected in the glass, layered over his face, and wonder what had bee of him, what had bee of me. No longer a monster, but not Henry Day either. I suffered tr……（内容加载失败！）
(ò﹏ò)
抱歉，章节内容不支持该浏览器显示～
【为了使用完整的阅读功能】
请考虑使用〔Chrome 谷歌浏览器〕、〔Safari 苹果浏览器〕或者〔Edge 微软浏览器〕等原生浏览器阅读！
谢谢!!!