I was trying to take a camera photograph (the wheels, the buttons!) of a line of laundry through a garage, when an old woman poked her head out from a side door of the house. "I'm taking pictures!" I said, foolishly. Her face was placid, smooth, her dark eyes patient. "You want to take a picture of my flower?" Yes, of course. Lilith and I walked through the garage to her side yard, just past the hanging laundry. There was a gorgeous red amaryllis, with four large blossoms on it. It's the fifth time this flower has bloomed. So I took photos, then Lilith and I turned to leave. I asked if I could take her photograph. She said no. Then: "I'm scared of dogs," she said, as we stood not three feet apart. "One bit me." I assured her Lilith was peaceful, as we left. Two doors down, I took a photograph of two lines of bras hanging in someone else's garage.
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