Ancient fluorescent light fixtures hung from the ceiling, giving bluish light through the haze of smoke and dust below. Large, ancient garage doors fr...nted eight bays, and cars of all description were jammed in, haphazardly. Rows of benches and toolboxes separated the bays, and air lines on reels hung suspended from the ceiling. Filling the last bay was a large box that held windows glazed with chicken-wire reinforced glass, the glass oddly dark. With a small smile of self-congratulation,. If it hadn't been for her son, I think Juanita would have been as alone as I was, even with all those people in the same apartment.For a couple of hours, we put the loneliness aside. I had told Juanita to feel free to stop back anytime as she and Enrique left in search of more candy. She woke me up at 2:30 in the morning. The clocks happened to change that morning and her sister had been razzing her that she had a husband to make love to in her extra hour but Juanita had nobody. Juanita had. She demurely slid to the other side of the car for the sake of appearances as we pulled into the lot. "I'll tell you on the way home."On the ride home, I got the shock of my life. Betsy snuggled up against me again on the way home, tucking her legs under herself next to me, facing forward. "Well, Pat and I had an experience is I guess how I'll start." She said, sounding a bit nervous about the secrets she was going to reveal."When I was thirteen, your father was sent overseas for two years. Today, I can happily say, in the words of that Rogers andHammerstein song from a couple of years ago, "I Enjoy Being a Girl."Once I finished hanging the laundry, I gave the house a final once-over;I didn't want to leave any stray dust motes in a corner or leave anypillow unfluffed. I fanned the magazines on the coffee table, gave myselfa final check in the mirror, and pronounced all in readiness. I takepride in our home, and I have to admit, I didn't want to give our big-city visitor any reason.