“What is it? Why are you disturbing me?” replied Khozem drowsily.“Your holiness, he knows. The whole mosque knows. Word is spreading.”“What ...re you talking about, Vasilla? Can’t this wait until morning?”“I thought I’d call you right away, your holiness.”“Who knows? And who is ‘he?’”“The Imam, your holiness.”“What?!” yelled Khozem, more awake.“The Imam, your holiness. He knows, everyone knows.”“How the hell does he know?”“His mother told him.”“His mother? Well then how did the rest of the mosque. I turned and looked as they came down the path and I was surprised to see they were 2 young black men. They were in the middle of passing a joint when they saw us and stopped short and the taller of the two put the joint behind his back. They spoke low to each other and walked down towards where we were sitting. The taller man had shorts on and was shirtless with with his shirt thrown over his right shoulder and he was wearing a baseball cap . He was well over 6' and broad shouldered with a. Thus did the little move-in party come to an end.More than a week went by before I saw Wendy again. It was a thirty-minute drive from my place to hers, and neither of us had cars. The pre-employment training took up most of my time and she had her own job to worry about, not to mention classes at the university. We talked on the phone every day, which would have brought about stern disapproval from Rick Yeung at the consulate if he'd gotten wind of it. Even Michael would likely have warned us. The door opened and there stood Mrs. Braun. "Hi Bradley."He came in and found Lucy in the den. She had a game of monopoly out and ready to play. "Come on Bradley, roll the dice and let's get started." Hey. Good bye you two, see you this afternoon," Mrs. Braun yelled on her way out the door.Once again Lucy and Bradley played until lunch time, ate lunch and then Bradley put Lucy down for her nap. When he was sure she was asleep he went into the medial room, closed the door, took out the tape and.