She was born in Moravia. She went to London in 1984.She had only a Buck or two...or as they say in Mansfield Park...only a Pound or two.
"Great Scott! What was I thinking? I know I am a Superior Woman. What in The Good Earth was I trying to accomplish?"...she stood paralyzed. [I still Marvell at her attempting this Fantastic Voyage.}
There he stood...after so long. She had an Encounter with one of The Ambassadors....(his name was Dorian Gray) years ago...a faint memory but the passion immediately begins to boil within her once more.
"'You are on my Native Grounds"...he stated...clearly dismayed.
"But I want to be one of the Good Companions", I pleaded...."NOT on a Ship of Fools!!!
"The Heart is a Lonely Hunter", I continued, clearly upset at his arrogance.
"Come, m'dear...let us sit in The Chairs this restaurant provides....let us order refreshments...and catch up on old times"... he was softening his approach.
"ONLY if we sit at Separate Tables....she answered...trying ever so hard to remain strong.
He smirked and sulked at the same time.
She mused at The Human Comedy of the synchronicity at meeting once again after so long.
"I will have The Blue Plate Special", he informed the waiter.
"I would prefer Eggs Benedict".... [she was still suffering from jet lag and was in extreme Hunger]
"HUMPH..."The Autocrat at the Breakfast-Table"...he said under his breath.
[She was hyper aware of his vascillating indignance.]
With a deep sigh she stated that she must On the Road soon. "After all", she lamented..."I am a Stranger in a Strange Land"
He cleared his throat, and softened..."M'dear please do not take my rudeness to Harte. England is my Roots...I am rather protective of her...I ask of you to not be so Grimm...be The Good Soldier I remember you so fondly as."
I whispered, "Indeed, you were my Sanctuary for so many years. It has been a Season in Hell for me as of late".
"Understood...I do tend to be quite The Fixer", as he gently rubbed my knee. Shivers began to run up my spine. That old familiar feeling was beginning to escalate.
I gathered my melting facade...."You are nothing but a Golden Boy...an Egoist...I am a mere Country Girl".
"It would seem rather like a Catch-22 wouldn't it m'dear?" He leaned in closer. Their shoulders remembered the touch. She started to breathe heavily.
"It does appear to be Mans' Fate", she sighed...as she watched him slowly suck his Blood Oranges. He wanted to begin where they left off so many years before....and he was teasing her heart.
She abruptly stood up...and excused herself...trying so desperately NOT to succomb. "I MUST BE AT THE Bus Stop NOW!!!!
"NO!"....he gently commanded...."It is time for US!!! Our Deliverance is here!!! The Age of Anxiety is over!!! We are entitled to a Life...The Vanity of Human Wishes..PLEASE!!....Come Back Little Sheba!!!! I will give you the Time of Your Life!!!! I am able to give you the Wind, Sands and Stars now! Anything Goes!!! We will become The Concious Lovers...with my Liberal Imagination and your Songs of Experience we will answer the Call of The Wild!!!!! I will no longer be The Invisible Man. We shall have The Power and The Glory together!!! I love You!!! I know it now. I am sorry for all these years of neglect.

Sheba smiled...and closed her eyes in approval as she thought..."Heh...THAT is What Every Woman Knows...."