WHEN MY 59-YEAR-OLD NEIGHBOR KNOCKED AT MIDNIGHT, I THOUGHT I WAS FIXING A PIPE, BUT I WAS REALLY SAVING MY OWN LIFE…

alone.”

“Robert was wrong about plumbing,” I said.

She laughed. Lightly, unexpectedly. I almost bumped my head on the cabinet because I was listening to the sound.

When I reached for the coffee, her fingers brushed mine. The contact lasted only a second, but neither of us snapped away from it. I looked up. The fear from the night before was gone from continue reading …