367. 'The new winter wind surging against the house, the radiators clanking in response, and, alongside his leg, the ragged purring of the cat.' This was all too familiar. Reading the post made her nervous, as if someone had seen into her unspoken life. The phone rings. The ringing echoes out the walls in into the building's stairway. Everyone notices it. She will not pick up. She lost herself between clicks of the mouse. She is lost, staring at the screen, at her reflected self.