John had been truly upset to the point of almost being frightened when he spoke about the neighbor as he referred to her. Alex had even forgotten to give him the fifth degree about his date. Alex was now determined to meet this evil old lady for herself.

For three days Alex took her absolute sweet time walking down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door in hopes of catching a glimpse. She felt like she was hunting for the elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Everytime a door opened Alex would slow her walk, she was a wild animal hoping to be trapped in the snare.

On the fourth day Alex was granted her wish when a little old lady stopped her in her tracks and introduced herself as Gertrude.

“Are you the young lady living sinfully with that young man I met the other day”?

“Yes I live with him as roommates, his name is John”

“We had a name for women like you in my day” with an extravagent whip of her bath robe Gertrude walked back to her front door, “HARLOT” follwed by the door being slammed with unadulterated conviction.