I had moved to Portsmouth into the house on Seventh Street where my great-aunt Goldie used to live, on the east side of the Ressinger House. Herrera and Boley (a man and woman with whom I had attended law school, who later married and worked as attorneys in Dallas) had moved into the house on the west side of the Ressinger House. I was standing in front of the houses talking with Boley and a couple other women, and they were commenting upon the deterioration of the neighborhood, which apparently had quite a bit of crime. I told them not to worry about it. I thought someone whom I could trust lived on the other side of me, and at least that person, along with Herrera, Boley, and me, formed our own little community there and we could help each other.