"He just gave me a slight nod and I leaned over toward the window to get some more sleep. It was almost seven when the agent beside me nudged me awake... He put his card into my shirt pocket just before his, now very agitated partner from almost three hours of driving in Atlanta traffic, jerked me out of the SUV. He seemed to delight in taking that anger out on me as he "directed" me into the bowels of their office to "interrogate" me about my crimes. "Mr. Johnson you will tell us everything. She said it was role reversal. We didn't think anything about being on the road with our jobs in the past. I was off trying to get dealers and new customers for Verano at least half the time. And I'm sure you weren't home every night when you were running your sales territory. There must have been plenty of times when you were in some motel room away from home or enduring another rubber chicken dinner at some meeting or other."In the meantime, Gerry and Jeanette got to stay home, cleaning. I learned that black men, spotted in town sometimes disappeared. I prayed for the beggars. I prayed the lord to send blacks back to Africa. The biggest change was the women. I saw examples of every job in town being handled by women dressed for the effort. I looked especially for young women, but girls, who had yet to see their first blood month, worked alongside their mothers, as hard as anyone worked after a devastating war. Many young boys worked too, but they were a vicious lot. They. It replaced his old one, a name he truly hated because of his size: Mr. Short Legs. Vic was short and skinny, only five foot six and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. The new name the guys gave him was much more to his liking. Vic’s next revelation came about an hour later when the guys and him were standing by the diving pool watching both guys and girls dive into the deep water. They were just watching everyone when an older girl started climbing up the ladder right next to them. .