" They left the curtains open, can you believe that? Anyone walking by could have seen."A little shrug. "I hear some people actually get off on that �...�� makes it more exciting for them." I guess so. It sure made it more exciting for me. I take it you don't know who this woman is, then?" No, why would I?" Her name is Maria Corrida. She's a servant who works for him. His maid, or his cook maybe."This got a reaction — her eyes opened wider and she sat up straight. "How do you know that?" I followed. The unusual session in the weight room had run shorter than usual, so the lunch period was still in progress by the time I got back to the main building. Rather than go straight to my locker to restock my bag with my English and Math books, I stuck my head in the lunchroom to say hi to some of my friends, but a food-fight had broken out and the entrance was packed by all the non-combatants making a hasty exit.English class was the usual challenge. Not to succeed, but to stay awake. The real. I could feel that she was drifting away, though. She quit calling me Stevie and you know she's the only person I allow to do that. I don't know what's going on, but we're not talking right now. I told her to call me if she wanted to call, but that was two weeks ago. I haven't heard a word. So ... maybe we did break up and she forgot to tell me." I doubt that. I thought I knew Dory, but last Saturday I saw her out with some guy I didn't recognize and they were hand-in-hand and awful friendly.". "Now that's something I can understand, because I have a powerful urge to slap your jaws, repeatedly. Thankfully, I'm able to restrain it," she said.I was tired of trying to talk to her, for now at least. I had other suspicions about the house and so I walked around it. She sat in my lawn chair, to sulk I guess.The new window wasn't the only change. The whole damned house seemed bigger, considerably bigger, both longer and wider unless I missed my guess.Of course there were more windows; women.