Once she knocked at his door asking for a glass of water. The dog was barking in a baritone voice, chained by the drainpipe outside. He shuffled and pushed the door ajar. He said I know what you are and what you do down the stairs, if you want water there’s a tap by the playground, you’re not gonna use my glass. She looked down clenching the note with her fist, then she left him muttering the name of god.