I rang the doorbell and a pretty young girl answered. I’d guess she was about nineteen at a glance, but I didn’t more than glance.“Hi,” I said... “I’m looking for Mrs. Sanchez,” I told her.“Sorry, she doesn’t rent to guys,” she told me and started to close the door.I put my hand on the door to keep it open. “Wait,” I said. “I know she doesn’t rent to guys. I’m a friend. I’m passing through the area and wanted to see her.”She looked worried when I put my hand on the door, but calmed down when I. I used a key I knew the coach kept on a nail in the garage and let myself in.I made myself comfortable by a window in the dark house and watched for her arrival.“This just crazy” she was talking to herself as she entered the kitchen door and set her purse and keys on the table. Unbuttoning her coat with one hand she turned on the oven with the other. She lay her coat across a chair and pulled a leftover casserole from the refrigerator.“DISOBEYED HIM!” she said out loud. “I can’t believe I am. I told her to bring it that was inside the drawer of my table in my reading room. She went to my reading room which was adjecent to my bed romm and then opened my drawer; there I had kept one sex book and a pack of condom. I noticed she was seeing the pictures of the sex book and condom pack. I behaved as if I have not seen anything. She bought the rubber and condom to my bed room reading table and asked me kamesh what is this in the pack. I told that is one more form of a rubber. Her lips. “There are reports of these ... riots in Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, Philly, Detroit, and Chicago, incidentally. They’ll have to be put down. There’s this, news of a bloodthirsty feminist revolt in Muncie, Indiana, of all places, and of a neo-Nazi terrorist cell in Lubbock, Texas, that’s just slaughtering people left and right. To say nothing of any remnants of the Vermont ILA that might have fled to New Hampshire, Maine, or even Massachusetts.“As you can see, we still have a lot of work to.