Rose woke in the morning to find Christine sitting at the vanity brushing her hair.

"Good morning, Rose," Christine smiled at Rose's reflection. "Again I apologize for last night. We as a family smoothed some ruffled feathers after you went to bed. However, if there are any conversations you wish to have as you are to be family…"

"I saw you and Mr. Y last night!" The words flew out of the girl's mouth. She gasped, her hand quickly covering it.

Christine sat her brush down, "What do you mean saw?"

"Nevermind, I just need to get ready," Rose tossed the covers off, her face flushed. However, as she rushed towards the water closet, Christine grabbed her wrist.

"How did you…"

"I am sorry! I went downstairs to talk to you and Mr. Y. To tell you some of the things Goose has told me so you might understand and I…" Rose turned away and covered her face with her hands. "I heard something and looked through the keyhole…"

Bright red flush rose up from Christine's chest to the top of her forehead. "Oh Rose…I…I'm not being a very good hostess am I? Seeing our family fight and then…" Christine let go of the girl and looked at the floor. "I just hope whatever you saw did not frighten you. You see Erik and I, well your mother calls us affectionate."

Rose turned and walked back to the bed, "His one hand was touching you…there…I didn't know…I shouldn't be having this conversation with you!" She ran back to the bed and laid down facing away from The Diva.

"Oh Rose, what is the matter?" Christine rushed to the bed at sat down at the girl's feet. She ran her fingers through the girl's hair, "Remember anything spoken between us on this bed is our little secret."

"But you're friends with my mother."

"And you're going to be my son's wife. I want my son happier more than anything and that means making sure she's happy. Now what is the matter?"

Rose turned and sat up wiping her watery eyes and nose with her sleeve, "Are you hysterical? Has Mr. Y been trained to give you a paroxysm? He's not a doctor but his hand looked rather skilled and you seemed to have one."

The lost blush returned to Christine's face, "Oh child! He was…"

Rose interrupted before Christine could find the words to finish her thought, "I have been told I have a mild case of hysteria. Mother noticed I had gone from cheerful and carefree to anxious once Goose started working for father. Goose and I stopped spending time together after he started college but then when he came by to see father about a job, I was reminded of why I cared for him."

The girl wrapped her arms around her knees. "I sent him a letter telling him I still loved him and was foolish for thinking his going to college would mean he no longer cared about me. That only made me more anxious and mother had enough and took me to Dr. Morris. He said I was hysterical and needed treatment. He put me on this table and massaged me…down there."

Christine embraced the girl, "I am sorry you had to experience that dreaded doctor!"

Rose returned the embrace, "Why are you sorry? It felt wonderful! I felt so relieved and relaxed after. Dr. Morris said it was a paroxysm, that it would help return me who I am. But the anxiety only came back after Gustave said he never stopped loving me either and we officially started courting. Mother took me again. All I could think about was what if that was Gustave's hand…"

Christine took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Oh not my little boy. "Rose maybe this is a conversation you should have with your mother."

The blonde girl broke into a sob and buried her face into her hands, "I tried, Christine, I tried! I asked her if she ever felt this type of anxiety about father before they were married. She said she was never anxious, only nervous, a good woman is only a little nervous about and if she must show it she shows it by being demure." Rose sighed and shifted her position in the bed, "After Gustave proposed, I came by his office early one day for lunch. I told him I couldn't wait, that I had come early to recreate our youthful fumbles."

Christine placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, "You realize this is my son, that maybe a mother does not desire to hear about these things."

"Goose didn't want to! He told me to wait. That we had been foolish in our youth. That we didn't want to be like his parents. This made me worse. She took me to Dr. Morris again. I asked him if this was something a husband could do. He said no, only a doctor could massage properly to paroxysm. He told me a good wife will turn to God and not let her husband's clumsy hands down there." Rose got up and paced around the room, "And so I've been trying to be good, been going to church again and Goose started going with us. He's happier with a quieter life."

The girl started sobbing and threw herself onto the bed, "But you're a good wife, Christine and you're not demure and quiet and Mr. Y's hand was far from clumsy! I want that for my marriage!"

"Oh sweet child!" Christine pulled Rose into an embrace, "Has your mother not taught you anything about being a woman?"

"I know where babies come from."

The Soprano caressed the girl's blonde hair, "There's more to know than that. Importantly, you are not hysterical."

"I'm not?"

"No, you are in love and just desire the joys of the flesh with the one you love." Christine stood and walked over to Erik's nightstand, "Us as the fairer sex are often taught we are not to have such desires, let alone give into them. We are labeled wanton and base if we do. As a performer I am allowed to be affectionate as your mother said and still be allowed in proper society."

Christine bent at her knees and opened a drawer of the nightstand, "However, you Rose come from the world where it must be hid or treated as an illness." She removed a book, "Ah here it is! Gustave may say he doesn't want to be like his parents what he means, or what I hope he means is what we instructed him: not to be like us in not making our mistakes. Still follow the good we did." Christine handed the book to Rose, "We keep this in here because Gustave found it in our library when he was just a little too young; the age Charlotte is now. Erik spent time in The Orient before returning to France where he learned some of their ways. They believe in giving their wife pleasure in the bedroom."

Rose looked down at the book, Kama Sutra. Upon opening to a random page her face crimsoned and she slammed the book shut.

"This is difficult for me, Rose. To hear about and aid in such desires for my son, the son who was my world for the first ten years of his life," Christine wrapped her arms around her chest. "It feels wrong. It feels like I am betraying myself but I will damned if my son is not at least half as affectionate to his wife as his father is to his!"

Rose giggled, "Christine!"

The Soprano sat back down and placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, "And you are never to see that quack doctor again you hear me?"

"How am I not if mother think I am still hysterical?"

"Have you ever considered giving yourself a paroxysm?

Rose wrapped her arms around the book, "You can do such a thing?"

"Some consider it immoral but it will keep you calm enough so your mother thinks you're no longer hysterical. If you do it after you retire to for bed, nobody but you will know."

"God will know."

"You can ask for forgiveness. Besides, why would God give us such a wonderful place of pleasure if we could not touch it?"

Rose smiled bashfully before she giggled, "I had never thought about it that way. Or to ask God why he would do such a thing to our body. Thank you, Christine."

"You are welcome, my new daughter," The older woman embraced the young woman. "Now I am going to finish my hair. If you want to take another quick peak at that book before you get dressed for the day. There is no rush."