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Monique herself greeted me. She is one of those women who looks like she is 30 and 60 at the same time—ageless in the way that old forests and ocean tides are ageless. She didn’t say “Welcome.” She didn’t offer me a clipboard or a liability waiver.
Xo, Monique (no, not that Monique. The other one.)
I knocked at 7:00 PM, exactly as the gas lamps began to flicker on. For a full minute, nothing happened. I was about to turn away, chalking it up to urban myth, when I heard the slide of three deadbolts.
The door swung open before I could knock.