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For those friends who may be a bit skeptical about my being taken for a GG, here goes the story This was some 9 years ago--the year I met Marie (my wife). I was living then in a furnished room near Riverside Drive in New York. When I rented the place I told the landlady that I had a sister who lived in nearby Connecticut who would visit me quite frequently. I also said that she was a very shy girl and she (the landlady) should not take offense if my sister did not engage in conversation with her. I proceeded then to show her several pictures of Susanna and told her that she would be getting mail in my mailbox and that she would have a key to my apart- ment. The plot succeeded beautifully. A few nights later Susanna went down stairs to take a breath of fresh air and just stood on the sidewalk by the door. A few minutes later the landlady came out of her room on the main floor, (Susanna occupied a room on the second floor) and queried Susanna as to her presence there. Susanna smiled and said "I'm Susanna Valenti, my brother is in 2-B". That's all she said. Next day the landlady met my male self on the hallway and proceeded to tell him that she had met his sister last night..and that she was indeed a shy girl. And so the duality was established. Susanna could come and go as she pleased. Her brother being very attentive and talkative with the landlady, while Susanna kept herself aloof and non- available for chit chats.

A few days later she discovered that across the hall there lived a middle aged lady who seemed to be a re- cluse. She had visitors, no friends, and only went out once or twice a week. She had a husband who came home at 2 in the morning and a dog and a cat for company. Susanna's other self made discreet inquiries with the landlady and learned that the neighbor in question had been operated for cancer in the throat and that the re- sulting disfigurement of one side of her face had turned her into a recluse. She even kept the venetian blinds half closed. She did not want bright lights in her apart- ment, ever. You can imagine then, what a perfect test case this would be for Susanna. This was going to be the first time she would try to really fool somebody. Thus, one evening she gently knocked on the neighbor's door. "Who is it?" Said the voice from inside... "Your neighbor from across the hall" replied Susanna just above a whis- per. The door then opened a crack and a timid smile

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