"Here’s the deal JT," he said to no one in particular. I turned saying, "Huh?" But the door slammed closed. I noticed there were three beds, two sta...ked on top of each other, kinda attached to the wall. A few feet away a lone bed was anchored to the floor. There was a black guy stretched out on the single bed, his back to me, he looked a couple of years older than me and he was in his underwear. I heard the door locking.Trying to be cool, I said, "Hey, what’s up?" to the black guy. After a. .." I'll keep it safe and you can have it any time you want it. Would you mind if I read it?" There's nothing in it except fantasies from the head of an adolescent girl. Go ahead, if you can tolerate reading such stuff."Rick opened a filing cabinet beside his desk and placed it in the drawer. "It'll be right here whenever you want it." He regarded her. "Brenda -- what do you do with your days when Roger is at work?" I enjoy my solitude." Don't you get lonely ... bored?" There's a difference. What game was she up to? How far would she take this? I had to find out. “Stand on one foot.”My thoughts buzzed worse.She hopped up to her feet and then put all her weight on her right, shifting around as she clutched the manual. She balanced, staring at me, her face a weird mix of emotions, almost fear and almost... awe.“I didn't even have a choice,” she said, lowering her left foot to the ground. “I just had to do it.”“And yet you stopped balancing on one foot,” I pointed out, knowing I had. . Miss Flossie ... is teaching you. Your father insists you’re not learning anything of value. Perhaps I should find out for sure.”She pulled her apron off. “I had to go to the market today, so I have the car. I need to pick up your father. Bernadette, if you’d start the beans cooking that I left on the stove. I’ve already put a roast in the oven. Hilda Mae, I need to teach you how to make biscuits. It’s high time you girls started helping out around here. You need to learn to cook and sew and.