October, 1974. Auckland, New Zealand.

  Debbie and Nick stopped by tonight.

  Radiantly happy in their newly found love for each other.

  Their loving concern for me is real and touching.

  They gave me a massage.

  I stretched out on the bed and Debbie lay next to me.

  She told me I will get through this.

  Nick made tea and we talked for an hour.

  Mostly about Rushki.

  Mostly me talking.