giggle, and she heard Angelo laughing behind her.
“I know my name now!” Maggie exclaimed, and tears of joy began to pour down her face. “Angelo! Angelo! I know my name!”
“I knew you’d find it,” said Angelo, glowing even brighter, so that she had to shield her eyes, and, turning from the brightness, Maggie saw another figure walking from the dense jungle. It was a man; a man who looked remarkably like her husband, but…there was the touch of a Greek god about him. He was naked, young and obviously virile and his olive skin glistened in the moonlight. And his face was lit by a smile that her husband’s face had not worn since they’d first met. Maggie had no desire to look away. She felt no shame in having this naked Adonis so close. He reached for a golden apple and plucking it from the tree, offered it to Maggie. She bit deep, and, as the juice trickled down her chin, she tasted all at once everything she had always yearned for and she closed her eyes with pleasure. Then, offering the young god the fruit that she’d plucked, her clothes fell away from her body. And she knew for certain, for the first time in her life, that she was beautiful — beautiful beyond words!
“And just what is your name, signora?” came Angelo’s voice, seemingly from everywhere at once.
Maggie gazed into the young god’s eyes, as he sunk his teeth deep into the celestial fruit that she had offered him.
“My name is Eve,” she said. “And now I know that I have lived in this place once before. But this time, oh Bringer of Light...this time things will be very different!”
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