“You’re young…”

An older neighbor and I happened to be leaving my old apartment building at the same time, so we rode the elevator down together.

Her arm was still in a sling — she had took a spill recently and broke her collarbone — so I asked how she was doing. I would have probably done the same if her arm were unslung; I’m neighborly that way. Plus, she was always nice to my daughter, randomly leaving her books.