Memory is not too subliminal--it's Cathy Muir's agitated account of her guilt (had she killed the things she loved--her parents, her cousin?) her fear (that Joss, empire builder Shannon's stepson, stirred up a local feud) and her suspicion (rightful, of an imposture). Not the best Margaret Summerton has done, this is a mystery-romance or a marshmallowdrama for the girls.