The Bill Collector by Amado Hernandez A knock on the door. “Who’s there?”     “It’s the bill collector, Ma’am.”     No answer. He repeats the knock until the door quietly gives way. . . A voice says: “Come in . . . ” The bill collector stands there thunderstruck, retreats as though struck by a cobra             his eyes pop out, the rent bill flutters to the floor, as the naked woman comes toward him.