Her apartment door had one of those old-style knockers on it, but it made a quiet ding when I tried using it. “Come in,” she barked from inside. I opened the door and remembered to deposit my shoes in the hallway closet. Her elderly cat kind of stared at me for a little bit before meowing and then just walking away. “It’s a nice place,” I remarked as I looked around. “It’s good enough I think,” she whined from the couch....