Bound to Tradition

Erik watched her as she ate and talked. There was the little lady who had been tutored by some prim and proper English old maid in deportment etiquette and what have you. Then there was the African jungle side of her that had a savage nobility an untainted edge an unaffected grace and inborn dignity an intensely reverent pride even in the way she said: Great ancestors. Coupled with her veiled mysterious sexuality she was an overwhelming enigma.