The Smoke Alarm Next Door Wasn’t Warning Me About a Fire

force it nearly hit the hallway wall, and a man stood there looking like he’d been through a war. His name was Arthur—I knew that much from the mail that sometimes got mixed up—and his shirt was covered in what looked like flour and burnt tomato sauce. There was a dark smear across one cheek, and his eyes had the hollow, sleepless look of someone who continue reading …