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I
climbed
onto
the
window
sill
and
out
to
the
fire
es
cape
.
When
I
got
my
window
open
,
I
came
back
for
my
groceries
,
but
before
I
could
say
thanks
and
good
-
bye
,
she
started
out
onto
the
fire
escape
after
me
.
"
Let
’
s
see
your
place
.
I
’
ve
never
been
there
.
Before
you
moved
in
,
the
two
little
old
Wagner
sisters
wouldn
’
t
even
say
good
morning
to
me
.
"
She
crawled
through
my
window
behind
me
and
sat
on
the
ledge
.
"
Come
on
in
,
"
I
said
,
putting
the
groceries
on
the
table
.
"
I
don
’
t
have
any
beer
,
but
I
can
make
you
a
cup
of
coffee
.
"
But
she
was
looking
past
me
,
her
eyes
wide
in
disbelief
.
"
My
God
!
I
’
ve
never
seen
a
place
as
neat
as
this
.
Who
would
dream
that
a
man
living
by
himself
could
keep
a
place
so
orderly
?
"
"
I
wasn
’
t
always
that
way
,
"
I
apologized
.
"
It
’
s
just
since
I
moved
in
here
.
It
was
neat
when
I
moved
in
,
and
I
’
ve
had
the
compulsion
to
keep
it
that
way
.
It
upsets
me
now
if
anything
is
out
of
place
.
"
She
got
down
off
the
window
sill
to
explore
the
apartment
.
"
Hey
,
"
she
said
,
suddenly
,
"
do
you
like
to
dance
?
You
know
—
"
She
held
out
her
arms
and
did
a
complicated
step
as
she
hummed
a
Latin
beat
.
"
Tell
me
you
dance
and
I
’
ll
bust
.
"
"
Only
the
fox
trot
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
not
very
good
at
that
.
"
She
shrugged
.
"
I
’
m
nuts
about
dancing
,
but
nobody
I
ever
meet
—
that
I
like
—
is
a
good
dancer
.
I
’
ve
got
to
get
myself
all
dolled
up
once
in
a
while
and
go
downtown
to
the
Stardust
Ballroom
.
Most
of
the
guys
hanging
around
there
are
kind
of
creepy
,
but
they
can
dance
.
"
She
sighed
as
she
looked
around
.
"
Tell
you
what
I
don
’
t
like
about
a
place
so
goddamned
orderly
like
this
.
As
an
artist
.
.
.
it
’
s
the
lines
that
get
me
.
All
the
straight
lines
in
the
walls
,
on
the
floors
,
in
the
corners
that
turn
into
boxes
—
like
coffins
.
The
only
way
I
can
get
rid
of
the
boxes
is
to
take
a
few
drinks
.
Then
all
the
lines
get
wavy
and
wiggly
,
and
I
feel
a
lot
better
about
the
whole
world
.
When
things
are
all
straight
and
lined
up
this
way
I
get
morbid
.
Ugh
!
If
I
lived
here
I
would
have
to
stay
drunk
all
the
time
.
"
