There was already a dirt path along part of it and after ten hummers went over it, it was almost a road. We only stopped a few times to use the PTO wi...ch to move rocks out of the way and clear a path. It was getting dark when we saw the lights of the camp ahead. Our trail would put us in Goma before we turned west again and moved to the camp. The people of Goma stood in the doorways and watched as we went by. Most just stared, some of the kids waved. Ed had been busy while we were out. The apartment was one of several in a row of old townhouses lining the southern side of the square that one would take for separate single-family dwellings in passing. The co-op idea had sounded inviting when Ginny had been told of the apartment—but she already was learning the downside of that. The first-floor apartment in her section of the townhouses was owned by a crotchety old man who Ginny had, thus far, principally experienced by the view of his bent back and a broad rear as he flounced. " she replied.Andy slid all of the veggies into a silver pot of boiling water."Why not invite him in?" he asked giving her a quick glance.She started to feel wormy. The same way she felt talking to the stranger."I. I got a bad feeling about him." Like police are after this guy, or he's gonna 'borrow' some stuff?" he asked trying to gain perspective on this man who had obviously frightened his girlfriend."Like I wanted to run." He slowly looked over to her."I don't know. He was super eerie. Tall. Whilst they had been in the showers, Dawn and Sylvia hadchanged their clothes and were now resplendent in skirts and heels. Theyhad even found time to put on make-up, jewellery, and wigs. Dawn waswearing a pale-grey, sleeveless sheath dress, whilst Sylvia wore a pale-blue blouse and pleated navy skirt. To Roberta's surprise both teacherslooked very realistic in their new female roles."First lesson girls," called out Sylvia; "You should all be wearing yourtowels wrapped round your chests like.