Roxanne

(1992)
Lying on my left side [at the Schmidt Home] I heard someone pulling out the waste basket under the night table.  I opened my eyes and looked in the face of a slim girl, brown hair, pulled back in a pony tail.  Hello, I said, who are you?  Roxanne, she said.  "Oh, you're in a play," I said.  "I know," she said, "I've seen it all ready."  I hadn't, so went back dozing and let her take the basket, thinking she may be a college student.