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

remember where the main shutoff is. Robert always knew, and then after…” She stopped, as if she had nearly tripped over memory in the dark.

“It’s okay,” I said, already kneeling by the cabinet. “I’ll find it.”

The under-sink valves were ancient, green with corrosion and hard as welded bone. I gave them one look and headed for the basement.

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