So I spent four or five hours a day working on the yard, until it looked pretty good. Mary and I would sit in the B's back yard and Mary would kiss me...and say what a good job I did. The B's were polite and grateful. I could tell it was not faint praise as they really meant it.There was one time that I went over and saw that on the front door they had a brass beehive up where the name should go. I took it down and put their names up in brass letters and laid the hive by the door. I told Mary. As her husband stepped back under the hot water and closed the curtain, Terri smiled. She kicked off her sweatpants and pulled off her other clothing, then smiled like the Cheshire Cat. Revenge was a dish best served cold? She flushed the toilet and was most gratified at the scream of indignation which resulted.Terri Roman always enjoyed dining like this, though she was rarely able to do so this close to home. Wills was dressed nicely, if conservatively, in gray slacks, white shirt, and a light. "I'll make you one. Let me take a fewmeasurements." After noting down my sizes she said, "Let's see, itsThursday today - I'll have it ready for Friday evening so that you cantry it on to be sure it fits. Now tell me, do you prefer stockings ortights?" I felt myself blushing deeply as I stammered "Er - stockings."She laughed. "I think boys always prefer stockings, don't they? What sizeshoes do you take?" "Six," I replied. "Yes you have quite dainty feet,"she said, "but I think you might need 6?. "I have this bad feeling. Let's leave before.Go to the country and hide out there." We'll be fine." But it will be two days before Yom Kippur!" I pointed out."We'll fast someplace else," she told me trying to reassure me."But why us?" The notice said it is for our safety," she said."Then why isn't the rest of the city going?" I asked."I don't know," mama said wringing her hands."It is not right, mama," I continued."I don't know," she said, hiding tears from me. "I don't know." If papa were here.