Abigail and I had met at a writers group. She seemed to like everything I wrote and, soon, we were going out for coffee together. Then, we fell in love and began thinking of marriage. Curiously, she seemed to be having trouble with her mind. She would tell me something one day, something different the next. I couldn't understand it. One day I demanded an explanation. What she told me was replete with surprises. This story explains.