We entered Barbara's house through the garage door into her living room. I followed one step behind, naked as always except for the metal collar with the number nine on it. Once inside she turned to me and with a bright smile said, "Welcome to my home, Danica. I'm going to go change and then we'll have some wine and talk for a while. Feel free to explore the house. Mi casa es su casa." Then she turned and quickly strode out of the room as I stood there dumbfounded by her sudden transformation from the commanding business woman I'd been with for the past several hours to cheerful welcome hostess. It was as if she had simply slipped off one mask and put on another. It wasn't the first time I'd seen this kind of sudden transformation and sometimes I wondered which mask was the real Barbara, or if there even was a real Barbara.