Hardly Worth the Effort

Just had the fright of my life. I thought I saw a hunched old woman in the shared entryway to my duplex - but my double-take assured me that it was only the play of sunlight on the ruined Victrola that my landlord uses to block my escape in case of fire. So all is well until that fire occurs.

In case you were wondering, I'll be lunching on beans on toast presently.