Bradford at 555-1534.” Mary reread the ad several times trying to decide if she even wanted to get into domestic work. As hard up as she was, the wo...ds “top dollar” made her pick up the phone and dial the listed number. A minute later she had an appointment to meet Mrs. Bradford tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 o’clock. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but Mary really needed to get something going, and how hard could domestic work be?At exactly three p.m. Mary was knocking on the big front. A guy in an old fashioned pin striped suit. ‘Who are you?’ I asked. ‘How did you get backstage? What are you doing here? What do you want? Are you looking for someone?’ There was a calm but mischievous smile on his face. ‘I’m looking for you Colette.’ ‘I don’t know you.’ I said. ‘But I know you. I’m your biggest fan.’ He briefly nodded to me. I doubt that he was actually my biggest fan, last week some kids from a local ballet studio came backstage for a meet and greet, and they. .Now David was going away and Mary felt adrift. For years she had secretlydreamed of being with him, and when school ended with a big leavers ballMary had to act. She knew it might be the last time she ever saw him anddid not give David any choice when she told him, that he was her date forthe night! She had see the looks of interest from some of the girls inhis top stream class, and Mary had no intention of having one of themsnatch him from under her nose!The night was everything and more than. There was no mud on the mat and so whoever it was had not bothered to wipe their feet at all.Again I hesitated at the door but Cindy pulled on my hand and we walked inside. Except for the mud, the inside of the trailer was much the same as we had left it. There were no baskets of clothes near the door, as there had been the night before. Closing the door I noticed that there were still no lights, but by the light from outside I could see that the muddy footprints went back toward the back of.