I said goodbye to Sharleen last week after a brief visit, as she was planning on spending the rest of her time here in Florida. But she felt progressively unsafe--men acting inappropriately and ungentlemanly--as she traveled south through Atlanta and down to Miami, and after a couple of days decided that she wanted to come back to me. The fact that I am the one she thought of, that this is where she feels like she can go to feel safe, makes me feel very, very good about myself. It means that she sees who I really am. Also, I am happy to get to spend a few more days with her before she goes home to Italy. I wasn't expecting any more guests before I move out (my house is already half-empty), but this is a nice way to end my time here.