"It's your attitude. I want you to embrace your role. You're a domestic. Ifsomeone wants an ashtray, I would you to fetch it. If someone needs a drink...that's your responsibility. You're the maid. Got it?" Yes, ma'am," I said."Very good. Now, what do you do if Chuck has a boner?" Ma'am!"She snickered. "You service him," she said. "I want you to get the fullsissy experience. Guys are part of that." Ma'am, I don't need men. I'm married to you." Look, Nikki, when you wear a dress, you accept that. I just need to get to my seat and get some food in me."I started to walk off towards the jet-ramp."Looks to me like you need a cigarette," she said wryly."What?!" I shot back."Nothing, at least you've got the voice down, it seems, and you're walkis a lot better now."I did not even dignify her with a response and just starting walkingtowards the jet-ramp, but I really began to wonder what had justhappened to me, what it all meant, and where I was going from here.In the air we sat silently for. So the guy, his wife, and his daughter (the young blonde) were apparently going to a softball game. Their 2 sons, about 6 or 7 yrs old, were staying with the babysitter ( the cute girl on the couch). They told me if I had any questions, to ask the babysitter. Then, after everyone else has gone out the door, the guy sticks his head back in and says, "Don't worry. I don't think she'll **** you!" As soon as the door closed, the girl got up, walked into the kitchen and told me, "The reason he said. Joan’s parting thoughts were all about Deirdre. “Please, Terry, don’t be rash, or act out of anger. Be calm and careful every step of the way. Time is on your side, and the longer your delay, the less likely it will be that anyone would connect you as a suspect.”She was right but that was a conversation I was not willing to have with her. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. My motives were purely logical. To avoid there being any link between me and what was coming for Deirdre, I had to keep any.