tmare； waking and sleeping。
By the middle of the second week； she was at the end of her rope。 So she
lined up several fast interpreting jobs that would get her away from
paper translations and out into a people…oriented mainstream again。 And
it worked。 She got a handle on her emotions。
Then she was thrown a setback。 Her doorbell rang one evening when she
wasn't expecting anyone。 Leaving the chain latch in place； she opened
the door the several inches allowed and peered out to find Mitch there。
She closed the door with a slam。 The bell rang again and again。 She went
to the most remote corner of the apartment； crossed her arms on her
chest； and vowed to let it ring。
She wasn't prepared for the loud pounding that followed。 He was making a
godawful racket。
Fearing that he would have her neighbors out in no time； she returned to
the door。 〃Go away！〃 she yelled； hoping that her voice would carry
through his ruckus。
It did。 His returning call was muffled； but she heard every word。 〃Not
until I've spoken with you； Anne。〃
〃Go away！ I don't want to talk！〃
〃You'll have to。〃
Irate； she reopened the door those few allotted inches。 〃I don't have to
do anything。 Now； please leave； or I'll call the police。〃 It took very
ounce of restraint for her to remain calm when she would have liked
nothing more than to run him through with a car