Maxixe's expression had softened when he spoke about the women as if he was trying very hard to remember their tender administrations.
Yet he was unable to provide an accurate description of what there names were or even what they looked like.
His memory was like a blank slate of that time spent during the human world out of his mind with fever.
Aiden thought it could be that Maxixe possibly made the women up in a bid to protect his mind and safeguard it out there in the dangerous woods.
"I do wish your memory was not so faulty," said Aiden.
"You and me both," answered Maxixe with annoyance, he didn't like what Aiden was implying.
He was not the type to make things up even if he was delirious, the shack was real and the women were real.
