"I passed the phone to Mary. She listened and then spoke, "You can talk to the boys here when you come out. I don't want them subjected to being calle... out of class because some lying reporter made up a story." She nodded her head and ended the call.Turning to me Mary said, "I'm going to sue the Kansas City Star for libel! How dare they claim I'm involved with slavery"?Now it was my turn to calm her down. She had read the article after I finished and got just as mad as I was. Her instinct. She felt a hot, embarrassed heat flush through her body.No! They didn't see her! she suddenly realized. The two teen-age girls had not found her out. They were staring straight at her, but they didn't see her. Relief flooded her body and at the same time, her mind reeled with confusion. How could they not see me?Then it dawned on her.The alcove, the chairs, the curtained window--all of it made sense. The window wasn't a window at all, but one of those one- way mirrors which allow persons behind. .. And while I'm on a roll, Tony: I'm sure that I saw a wedding band under that wrapping, but I haven't seen or heard you mentioning a Missus Gates..." I smiled at her, wistfully." ... She died three years ago: a brain aneurism, the doctors said; undetectable and unexpected!" Leni reached out and touched my arm." ... I'm so sorry ... both for your loss and my mouth! I'm afraid booze makes me a little too bold sometimes; but I'll shut the hell up, now!" There's really no need to apologise, Leni:. "Today, we're talking about "Keyboard Courage." the announcer said. "Our guests today..." He began. As I was being introduced, I glanced up and noticed that Waadi had taken off his shirt. He was wearing a white tank top underneath that hugged his chest and abs in just the right way. Not to be undone, Lee took off his shirt too. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. His smooth, chocolate brown skin was all there was under that goofy shirt he wore. I turned my head to minimize the distractions, but I.