I woke up one morning and, to my horror, realized that absolutely nothing was happening. My landlady's chef, Mrs. Grubach, had brought me, as usual, somewhere around 8 A.M., breakfast in bed. I wanted to call her and I wanted a slim, well-built, unknown man in a dark, black suit to jump into my room.
But- nothing happened. It must be that no one slandered me, again, because, I am simply - Martha K., high school literature teacher.