“That I don’t hand out my neighbors’ business.”

“Did she give you a name?”

“She had a ring on every one of her fingers,” Mrs.

Calloway said.

“I figured somebody like that could afford to introduce herself.”

I unlocked my door with the orange still clutched in my hand.

Walter was awake on the quilt, wrestling with one fist using his entire body, and he went still when he heard the lock turn.

I put the orange on the nightstand next to the silver frame and got down on the floor beside him.