They couldn’t be listened to anymore. The ancient gramophone had broken down some years before, and the old man had been unable to obtain a replacem...nt. With a wheezed sigh, he set the black discs down beyond the letters. The old man’s back began to wail then, like the banshees of myth, so he peered around for something upon which to sit. His brown eyes lit upon an overturned Guinness crate. It had to be nearing the thirtieth anniversary of its unremarkable birth, but the old man with the sore. She offered me 2K for the month which was a lot for me. I thought she was crazy but apparently she makes a ton of money and that was nothing. She didn’t want to board the dogs, and it also kept her place from getting robbed if someone was there.I figured why not. I packed my duffle bag with cloths and sat in my driveway as she stopped to pick me up in her sports car. She had me place my bag in the trunk.We had a nice meaningless chat while she drove to the pet store to get a couple 50 lb bags. Now she had to traverse past a ledge just barely wideenough for her to go by flush with the wall. Ariel's room was fiveaway, and at least three of those rooms looked occupied, judging by thelamplight spilling from them.Well, definitely no turning back now! It'd be best to simply move asquickly and quietly as her footing would allow her without falling. Thefirst two windows were easy, one was darkened and empty, and the secondhad an old man writing at a desk with his back facing her. The. These are powerful and effective signals. Indeed, my wife failed to mention the regularity with which Tony and Greg would comment on as well as specifically order her to wear girdles. In fact, one thing Greg would often write on my wife's belly, just above her girdle, was: "Only whores and prostitutes wear girdles!" Then he would make her sign her name below the words, as if it were her own declaration (which, I suppose. unconsciously it was). It is a common entry in her diary.Perhaps it was.