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I think you’re right to call the police if you feel something’s off. In blase Manhattan, especially last century, we didn’t get fazed easily. A lovely young woman who was a neighbor of mine about 15 years ago and lived on the ground floor, so you could see her apartment door from outside the building through the

“We Have Always Lived in the Castle” by Shirley Jackson. In a way it’s another take on prison.