Returning late one night, I found three or four young girls — late teens, I suspect — lined up in the hall outside of Tom’s room.
They just stared at me, and at that moment, Tom’s door opened and another girl came out, adjusting her hair and taking off down the hall, while the first girl in line slipped into Tom’s room.
I remember thinking, ‘Tom’s going to be really upset if these hot girls interfere with his Bible reading.’
So I asked them, with all the stern gravitas of my 28 years, if there was something I could do to help them.