THE EMAIL I SENT BEFORE DESSERT

MY NEIGHBOR STOPPED ME AT THE ELEVATOR AND ASKED, “DO YOU KNOW WHO VISITS YOUR APARTMENT EVERY TUESDAY?”

I laughed. Actually laughed. Because the idea was absurd.

Only my husband and I had keys to the apartment. We’d lived there eleven years. The lock had been changed once, after a plumber lost a spare, and that was it. Nobody came and went on a schedule.continue reading …