The picture on the right was taken during the first throes of Nancy Drew fever - around the time I went into an open bedroom at my grandparents' apartment to see what "clues" were visible from the center of the room. I wasn't sure whose room it was, and didn't want to touch or open anything, just to see what I could observe from the center of the room. In came Mr. Jaffe, my grandparents' boarder, a terrifying old man with a booming voice and shaggy eyebrows. When he saw me standing there he opened the bureau's top drawer, removed something -- a gun! -- and pointed it at me. "Do you know what happens to nosy little girls?" he shouted.
