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The
apartment
grew
ever
colder
.
Shadow
put
on
his
coat
and
his
gloves
.
Then
he
put
on
his
boots
.
He
could
hardly
see
through
the
windows
now
for
the
ice
on
the
inside
of
the
panes
which
turned
the
view
of
the
lake
into
an
abstract
image
.
His
breath
was
clouding
in
the
air
.
He
went
out
of
his
apartment
onto
the
wooden
deck
and
knocked
on
the
door
next
door
.
He
heard
a
woman
’
s
voice
shouting
at
someone
to
for
heaven
’
s
sake
shut
up
and
turn
that
television
down
—
a
kid
he
thought
,
adults
don
’
t
shout
like
that
at
other
adults
,
not
with
that
tone
in
their
voice
.
The
door
opened
and
a
tired
woman
with
very
long
,
very
black
hair
was
staring
at
him
warily
.
"
Yes
?
"
"
How
do
you
do
,
ma
’
am
.
I
’
m
Mike
Ainsel
.
I
’
m
your
next
-
door
neighbor
.
"
Her
expression
did
not
change
,
not
by
a
hair
.
"
Yes
?
"
"
Ma
’
am
.
It
’
s
freezing
in
my
apartment
.
There
’
s
a
little
heat
coming
out
of
the
grate
,
but
it
’
s
not
warming
the
place
up
,
not
at
all
.
"
She
looked
him
up
and
down
,
then
a
ghost
of
a
smile
touched
the
edges
of
her
lips
and
she
said
,
"
Come
in
,
then
.
If
you
don
’
t
there
’
ll
be
no
heat
in
here
,
either
.
"
