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Why did I marry him? People couldn’t believe it; we hardly knew each other. Both of us took some time before getting married; Daniel waited almost ten years to marry his last wife. We both rushed into this one. Part of it was practical; neither of us are getting any younger, and Daniel needed to move back to the UK. I couldn’t go with him if we weren’t in some kind of legal partnership. Some people thought it had to do with money, but that’s just rubbish. I could never marry anyone for money, and I had enough of my own to live comfortably.
Ultimately, what made up both of our minds was the notebook.
You see, Daniel carried around this rather tattered spiral-bound notebook that had things pasted inside, and some writings. He is very secretive about the contents; I think I may be the only living person outside of himself who has seen what is in it. Anyone who saw it wouldn’t know what to make of it; it requires some explanation, and for three hours one evening, Daniel explained it to me. He was nervous about doing so; he had never received a favorable response when he made even a general reference to its contents. Everything exploded when he had a series of dreams that told him his notebook was—well, not just a notebook. Its contents only touched on the bigger issue, a symptom of the one that overwhelmed him, and that actually threatened his life and his livelihood.
But I did understand once I had the whole picture. He realized I understood, and this had a healing effect on him. And thus we came to be married and live in Cheshire. He fixed up a house that was on family property he inherited, and we moved in—myself, Daniel…
and a woman called Medb.
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