January 8, 2008
I hear running footsteps on the stairs and the voice of an excited young girl. A key hits the door next to mine and there are voices. It must be my new neighbors. I get up and open the door, peering out to see if there will be anyone for me to play with this time. I donít know. I am in the Land of Women. Three generations of feminine clones smile and tip their baseball caps as they pass by. The manager, Melissa, apologizes for the noise. There was no need for an apology. I was just being nosey.