I had cooperated. I could not have refused. I was smitten with her, half in love but also afraid, because in my life (and she seemed to know this) I had not loved anyone without having been wounded. Love was power and possession, love caused pain: you were never more exposed than when you were in love, never more wounded; possession was an enslavement, something stifling.

I came back to performing with a different attitude about performing and myself. I wasn&#39;t expecting perfection any more, just hoping for an occasional inspiration.

Further, a document names and identifies the actual Red Light Bandits (plural), because in fact there are two.

Written By Taylor Caldwell

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