I had broughtdown an old pair of pants, sweatshirt, and shoes, all destined for thetrash. I put those on, and then carried my bat and a box of my thi...gs toa men's room in one of the buildings on campus, a few blocks from thecar. I changed in a handicapped stall. I finished my makeup in front ofthe washstand mirror. No interruptions (though I had imagined that itmight be fun if someone had come in then).I left the box and the old clothes behind and stepped outside into abeautiful day. I put. Swearing and kicking the car he pulled the penalty notice off the windscreen and read that to get the car unclamped he would have to go over to the car pound and pay one hundred and fifty pounds before they would come and unlock the yellow thing from around the front outside wheel that was holding his car immobile. His day was going from bad to worse. * Kelly got off early and went to have her hair done, she was meeting Mike for supper at a local Italian Restaurant and wanted to look her best.. She stayed silent as I whispered in her ear. I asked her to picture herself at the top of a long staircase, stretching down into darkness. I reminded her that with every step she took down the stairs, the further down into sleep she would drop. Her breathing slowed into a slow, measured rhythm as she walked down. I encouraged her along, explaining how each layer of resistance was fading away as she continued.When she reached the bottom, I guided her through the next sequence. I told her to see. It was almost a wasted ride since the present occupants declined to leave. We turned around and headed back to town and as we neared it the sheriff told us he was sorry but there was nothing he could do."There is plenty I can do sheriff. They killed the man my father bought the place from and they have basically stolen it. It is my property and I'm going to have it. If you can't help that's fine, just don't interferee," I said."You can't just come in here and shoot up the place?" he said."I can.