While stationed in Havana, my late wife and I resorted to writing notes to each other on legal pads, then taking them into work the next day and running them through the shredder. There were several U S Diplomatic families as well as the Marine Security Guards’ house within four blocks of us. A Cuban goon had defected to Miami and was debriefed extensively and admitted that he worked in a nearby house, transcribing our recorded conversations. Surprise, surprise!
These sisters were passionately angry, understandably so. They thought they escaped, but yet here they were, facing it once again. Heck, I became angry just listening to their stories!