She had just lost at her game and was not about to be caught on the playing field again. He was handsome, powerful and he appeared to be in control of his game. He was everything she dreamed a man should be. They were fired in the same kind of kiln. They were scarred by disloyalty and abandonment of their fathers. They were part of the painful grief of their mothers. They emerged with a common curiosity-love. She needed it. He was running from it. And each time they found a place where they could share it the family curse appeared and ripped them apart. He became his father’s incarnate. She attracted the past her mother had put down.