She had agreed to go with me to the new Getty Museum after our second session. We talk like old friends in the car–effortlessly and fast, as though we know we haven’t enough time to talk about everything we’d like. When I attempt to reconstruct our conversations afterwards, however, I never seem to have enough dialogue to fill the time we talked. It’s as if there are gaps in my memory “tape” of our conversations. That’s puzzling because my memory is good, and most things associated with Marquesa are too hard to erase, not too easy.

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