A woman of my acquaintance had been asked to speak to
the students of a nearby high school. The students
had voluntarily assembled in the gym to hear her
speak. During the years I'd known her, this woman
had become famous and successful, and I was very
jealous. In order to spy on the event, I climbed
up the outside of the building, hanging on mostly
to heavy old ivy, and peeked in through a small high
window. I could just see her hair and face and her
hands when she gestured.