This morning, like most every other morning, I stood behind the door of the studio loft. I wanted to use the bathroom, but it was occupied. The Italian woman was washing herself; I didn’t have to see her to know it. 9;30 to 10 A.M. is her time. Unfortunately it’s also the time I need to go in there. I stayed behind the door. And when I heard her open the bathroom and her feet made their usual noise back to her space, I hurriedly opened my door and rushed to the bathroom.
