I hardly see my house guest, Miss V. She leaves early in the morning and returns after I go to bed. Like all of the Clinton campaign workers, she puts in a fifteen hour day. Miss V has yet to eat a meal here or even dirty a dish. She sleeps and showers and leaves.
Miss V said she has never stayed in a house so nice. She sent pictures of the house to her mother on Long Island. Her mother wanted to know if I hired a decorator. I find this all very amusing.
My neighbors, Sheila and Tom, are also housing a campaign worker. Their house guest, Mr. E, is a young gay Chinese American from San Francisco. He had similar comments about their house. Their house really is stunningly beautiful. Mr. E was surprised that Sheila and Tom use real silver cutlery every day along with cloth napkins.
Sheila sees her house guest less than I see mine. He leaves before she gets up and returns after she goes to bed. Sheila likened it to living with a ghost. I had to agree.