“And now some man with a clipboard tells me it hangs four inches over the sidewalk.”

“Did he hand you a notice?”

“He handed me a look.” Enzo shrugged.

“If you want the second pastry, it’s in the bag.”

After he left I sat down on the bare floor, since there was no chair yet, and I ate the second pastry too.

At six I drove back out to New Canaan for the clothes I had left hanging in the bedroom closet.

Madeline was already standing in the driveway with a clipboard, steering two men in matching shirts around my bedroom furniture.