A Cup of Tea, Summer of ’72
February 1, 2005
My sister was the only one who had sensed something about the issue. I had just stepped into the room from the terrace one day when she jumped in front of me and said, "What the heck is going on with you? Every time the bell rings you grab your briefcase and step out on the terrace." She was loud and her tone was angry. I don't remember her exact words. She may have added, "Do you think that you can just grab your briefcase and jump over the wall if they suddenly show up?"