“What did Pandora do with her box after she'd unleashed despair into the world? Did she keep it in her mantel, as a reminder of what she'd done?”

“Did he ask what she'd done in her room? Hell, no. At that point, and after that bewitching smile, if she'd murmured, "I'm leading you into the fiery depths of hell," he'd have followed dumbly.”

“She'd cried loudly enough that the man sitting across from her had offered her a tissue, and she'd screamed, what do you think you're looking at jerk? At him, because that was what you did in New York. After that she felt a little better.”

“But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did she think she'd done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips, and the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?”

“Then she did what she'd wanted to do for ages.Sheletitpour.”

“What she did know, unfortunately, was that she had to reconsider everything she'd ever willed herself to believe about her husband.”