“Go ahead and park there. You’ve got that permit I gave you, go ahead and put it in the window.” I did so.“Come on, follow me.” We followed ...im into the building. He led us in, where some students were, based upon my reading, playing basketball. There were a series of offices off to one side. He opened the door that said, Coaches Office, and walked on in.This portion of the building had an odor to it. Stale sweat and the smell of showers. “How’s it going, Coach?”“All right so far, Principal. ‘I’m in the desert and it’s fucking raining.’ After he was convinced he was totally alone, he spoke to himself aloud. ‘Yeah I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna derail a train. And I’m gonna kill that bitch.’ He went back to the car and retrieved a large duffle bag from the trunk. He took a cloth from the bag and hurriedly wiped down the interior wherever he thought he may have touched it including all of the obvious spots, the steering wheel, the door handles, the seats, etc. As he was finishing he. It was a rust bucket to be sure, but it chugged along with the blasé disregard for the chaos around it and probably stayed afloat because no self-respecting submarine captain would waste a valuable torpedo on its decaying hulk.Oslo was a city in panic with people shuttering their businesses and leaving for the countryside to visit distant relatives and avoid the danger.My berth on the steamer was a step up from the shared hotel room in Bremerhaven but I have to confess that my new quarters in. They were ready for us—a benefit of having a police radio in my vehicle. I went in with Lucy while Marylou found a place to park. Another benefit was that I’d never get a ticket for illegal parking. Marylou rejoined us in the room and a few minutes later Jonathan walked through the door. They stayed with us until the nurse shooed them out to the waiting room and put me into a gown, hair net, and booties. I looked silly dressed like a pixie carrying a .44 Magnum. “If those were white,”.