Wilson!” she exclaimed, realizing where the tapping was coming from. It was coming from the upper window of neighbor’s house!Her loud voice woke S...acy woke from her nap, and she let out a groggy sounding “Huuuh?”“It’s Mr. Wilson, he’s spying on us!” Cindy hissed. “He’s spying at us from his house!”Stacy sat up groggily, shaking her head to help her wake up and said, “It’s not spying if we let him.”Stacy peered up at Mr. Wilson’s house and saw him standing in front of the window. He waved at the. "Hey, I got the stuff Joey, let's just split" his partner yelled."Not just yet, I think she likes me!" he called back, licking his lips.Selina was suddenly furious. Visions of her younger self flooded back, always scared of scum like these. Of multiple muggings, and one attempted rape by such a punk. Only the intervention of 2 other students nearby had saved her from that. All sanity left her as she hissed, and scratched out at the punk.She had her gloves on, and howled as 4 deep scratches. Po came after us this investigation girl in white aprons with painted letters and they with letter on apron took us with me peaceably .I asked my leader czy I can put shoes : she shouted "not now and not these?.She led me corridor where she on doors to halls was the same mysterious letter C .She unlocked one from appointed with this letter doors she told to enter . It in room stood 6 beds . She told me to undress and to put .When I lay already she tied me to bed and she went out taking my. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it. In between the regular charcoal he mixed self lighting one, to make sure it will light up easily. I helped him set it up, another family tradition I could have done without. A can of lighter fluid to soak the cotton.