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  • For three years a woman lived in our basement apartment, quiet as a mouse. She worked nearby, and when she came home she barely went out except for Sunday Mass. There were occasional trips to the grocery store or Target, but mostly she was home, watching television, petting her cat. When she had a boyfriend he always came here, and he seemed content to watch television and eat in. The apartment is sunny and, although it is one big room, it has a bath and eat-in kitchen.

    Every morning very early we could hear her praying the rosary as she got ready for work. It made us think she was struggling. Maybe it was just habit. Maybe she was happier than we knew. Her office closed and she moved away. We think of her when sometimes a letter comes for her, and we find her new address and forward it.
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