The older woman who lives upstairs is unlocking the door as I come up with the doge after her walk. She's wearing a lovely woven jacket - mostly black, with treads of orange and gold - she informs me, because she attended a family member's child's graduation.
"Well," I say, "I won't tell anyone that you broke curfew."
"Hardly," she replies, rolling her eyes.
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