We were downstairs, in the waiting room of a handicapped-access building. I was about to take pictures of Theresa, helping her friend Judy with a special typing machine. Both women have cerebral palsy and get around in wheelchairs.
It was 9 p.m. and it was decided I would spend the night on Theresa’s floor. She’d asked around for more blankets, she told me.
“Hi, Judy and Nellie, I am glad you are both here, because I have something to tell you,” says Butch, Judy’s boyfriend. Butch is big and rough, and scary.
Oh, no, I think, he has come to tell us he’s changed his mind about this picture business, and wants my film destroyed and wants me out of here.
“We have some comforters and blankets upstairs, and we can give those to Nellie tonight, so that it isn’t too hard for her on the floor,” he continues.