We stayed under the heavy structure, walking bent over on the dry ground to avoid having to wade in the murky water under the dock. Soon we had moved ...t least a quarter mile away from the point of the initial attack. We were just as far from our ship as we had been before, but it was reasonably certain that the people who'd been firing at us couldn't know our exact position.Then again, we didn't know theirs, either."If we stayed under here and kept going, farther around the harbor, we could get. It won't work. One of Major Fabio's concubines was a regular attendee of Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. One day while many of the concubines were gathered in the lagoon and chatting I overheard her talking to one of the concubines of Jerome, one of the replacement tankers. I didn't hear what inspired her to speak, but she clearly said."You can't try to do it all. If it seems overwhelming just think of this. Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change. "I want to be yourproperty," I managed to get out and forced a smile."Oh good then you won't mind doing this for me..." She vanished from viewfor just a few seconds and came back holding hair clippers. "Just pullyour wig off and kneel down Tiffany, after I shave your head the wig willfit better."I stared at the clippers, my hair was not long but it was a ... well amop of hair really with not much style to it, I pulled my wig off andsank to my knees as Tara came over and turned the clippers on.. Peterson and I called her Mrs. Archer. If I had been asked during the first years of our working together to describe Mrs. Archer I could not have done it. Her looks did not intrude into my thinking. In the fifteenth year of our working together Mrs. Archer changed. It wasn’t me, it was her. One day I went into her office and I smelled something. Not the standard office smells but something that got my attention. I handled the transaction that had me go into her office and went back to mine..