I was cleaning houses then. I told my clients that I would not answer the door or phone, that I never turn on the TV or radio, and that I take only a short lunch break. That day a man knocked on the door; I didn't answer. He kept knocking, going to the back door, side door, front door, frantically knocking. I finally relented and said "That lady of the house is not at home". He said "We're under attack! We're under attack!" I thought he was a loon so I started to close the door. He said "I'm the mail man and I know Mrs. ______". He wasn't dressed in his uniform so I didn't believe him. Then he asked if he could come in and watch TV. That's when I closed the door and called my client at work to tell her what happened and ask if I should call the police. She said "Mary, we are under attack. Turn on the TV". She later thanked me for protecting her house.





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I was glued to the tv until way past midnight. Seems like yesterday to me.


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