"All right, we won't put any more tame in on that right now. But it's very possible that after I take you out of the trance, between now and the end of the weekend something will come to you about the thirtieth. And if it does, try very hard to remember. If something passes through your mind."

"Yes." (Nothing ever did. She was left with a memory that just stops right before dinner and doesn't start again until I returned the next morning. What happened in between was completely blank, as if powerfully blocked. Her earlier memories of that Say are perfectly normal.)

"Because of this procedure we are going through now, we may be loosening up some memories that will not emerge until you're out of the trance. So be alert."

"Yes."

"Now let's go to the night of October the fourth. As I understand it. you and Whitley were there and your son was there and you had guests, Jacques and his woman friend."

"Annie."

"Everybody's going to bed. You've had a good tame, a good meal, and a lot of good wine and conversation. Is that true?"

"Well, we went to a restaurant."

"Next day we had fun because Jacques went swimming, and the water was very cold."

"Let's go back to that night of October fourth. You've said good night to your guests and your son is already asleep, of course —"

"We got home late. We didn't get finished at the restaurant until about nine. They had been there before but they slept on the couch. This was the first time they saw the guest room.

It didn't have a bed in it before. So dark you couldn't see anything very well though.

Everybody just came home and got our beds ready and put on our pajamas. Because we were all tired. I don't think we talked much that night."

"Yes?"

"We left later than usual or — I don't remember. I think that's why we ate out. There was no time to buy groceries. So we must have left later than usual, for some reason."

"This was a Friday evening?"

"Yeah."

"So you said good night to everyone. And you and Whitley went upstairs?"

"Yeah."

"Just give me to the best of your recollection what happened that night, concentrating as hard as you can."

"[Long pause.] It wasn't a peaceful eight, but don't remember why. [Pause. Seems distressed.]"

"What are you thinking of right now?"

"Well, I don't know."

"Because you just screwed up your face and clenched your eyes."