I locked myself out of this place three times the first week I lived here—and once I was out in the hall stark naked for half an hour.
Stepped out to get the milk, and the goddamned door swung shut behind me.
I ripped the goddamned lock off and I haven't had one on my door since."
I must have frowned, because she laughed. "Well, you see what the damned locks do.
They lock you out, and they don't protect much, do they?
Fifteen burglaries in this goddamned building in the past year and every one of them in apartments that were locked.
No one ever broke in here, even though the door was always open.
They'd have a rotten time finding anything valuable here anyway."
When she insisted again on my having a beer with her, I accepted. While she was getting it from the kitchen, I looked around the room again.
What I hadn't noticed before was that the part of the wall behind me had been cleared away—
all the furniture pushed to one side of the room or the center,
so that the far wall (the plaster of which had been torn off to expose the brick) served as an art gallery.
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