It is morning, and Sheleen is at my house, getting ready for work. I'm about to leave for work also, but I'm lingering around waiting for her to be finished. My house is a ranch-style place with a flower bed along the driveway, and while waiting, I start weeding. The weeds, which are just in clumps in certain places among tall shrubs, look rather difficult, but they come right up when I pull them, and it looks much better. I'm making pretty good progress.

I look at my watch and suddenly realize that it is 9:35; I should have left for work already, and Sheleen should be long gone. I ask her if she isn't rather late for work, but the radio is playing loud and I can't understand what she's saying. The radio is on the wall by the flower bed, and I go try to turn it off, but I can't find the off button. I try to talk to her again, but again the radio interrupts and I can't understand what she's saying. By way of explaining why she isn't going to work, she says that she has a "curfew", and I'm not sure what she means.