The young woman I enjoy writing about had an apartment in Brooklyn and lived on an upper floor of the building. One day the place was undergoing repairs to the facade. She had just stepped out of the shower and, naked, walked into her bedroom where her cat sat at the open window. She began opening a clothes drawer when she heard a man say, “You’re so cute.”
The woman spun around to find that one of the repairmen was working outside her window. What was the appropriate reaction, she wondered—shock or disappointment? He was, after all, talking to her cat.