A woman prepares dinner and is interrupted by a stranger. She and her husband realize that the stranger must have been involved in an affair with someone who gave her the wrong apartment number, and cut off the affair by cutting off her phone. They knew that this kind of thing happened, in fact, they had suspected for some time that their own apartment had been broken into by lovers who left long blonde hairs on the couch. They had changed the locks and this stopped. Her stepchildren come for dinner, and the woman steps away to look out the window, and thinks about how visible they are. She is afraid of a man named Neil, who has threatened her before, but also wants to show that she is unafraid. She saw Neil at the post office once, and he refused to meet her eye, a small victory for her that he shows shame. He'd been a gardener for the rich, and she'd used his services at one of the many terrible homes she'd lived in over the years. Then something happened, she likely rejected him romantically, and he began to send her hate mail, as he did to many women in his life who he felt had wronged him. Now the woman is happy with her husband, and relieved to live in a safe apartment with him. However, sometimes she feels a sense of dread, the way other people might as they think on their past lives, and how quickly things can change.