That low, easy register, the one from the first apartment.

And then a woman laughing.

Something in me went very cold and very clear, and it has never entirely gone away since.

It is a useful thing to have and I would not wish it on anyone.

I did not break the door down.

I’ve heard the story told back to me that way twice, by people who heard it thirdhand, and I always correct it, because what actually happened was worse for him.

I knocked.