At 11:05 on Sunday morning, the Fourth of July, Patricia Gomez rang the doorbell to Ollie's apartment. She was wearing blue jeans, a white cotton blouse, and red sneakers, and she looked somewhat like a patriotic schoolgirl.
Ollie opened the door.
He honestly didn't know whether the smile on his face was an anticipatory leer or just a happy welcoming grin.
"Hey, Patricia," he said, "come on in."