I had to shower. Betty, my next-door neighbor, always came over for coffee at nine and it was already well after eight. I was still in the shower when... I heard Betty yelling up the stairs. "I’m here. I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time." Betty was like one of the family. She never rang the doorbell. She just walked in and made herself at home. I jumped out of the shower. Toweled off and slipped into a white Baby doll that clung to my still damp body like a second skin. I was already halfway. We still went into the fields every day to work. ‘Idle hands are the devils work’ he told me. To help with things I was working mornings at Ms Dolly’s place. We used the money to fix the house up. I worked in the back doing the dishes and was learning to cook simple dishes. I walked the 2 miles to her place and she took me the rest of the way to work. After the noon rush she would drive me back home with a meal for Rupert. One day he did not return from the fields to softly chide Ms, Dolly for. Whipping out his cell phone, he contacted the suppliers his dad used for: maps and city guides, periodicals and paperbacks, especially romance and fantasy books. The only wrench he tossed at them was guaranteed three P. M. delivery. Of course, the wholesalers were so tickled with this windfall, they said they'd use DHL if they didn't have any 'in-house' trucks available. He then contacted The Sun Times, tripling their order for the early evening edition and leaving this as a standing order. Er...Donna....oh what thehell do I call you anyway?" Donna will do, Chief. I've gotten sort of used to how I look insidethis suit and Donna is a better name for the way I look than Donnie,don't you think? Now that I've told you the whole story, why don't Icall the rest in here so you can meet them and verify what I've toldyou, further?" Okay, Donna," he said. He walked back around his desk and sat down,giving a big troubled sounding sigh, and I called the rest in, exceptfor Terry who decided.