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Martha was in no hurry to see me. Probably New York would never happen. But was Karen serious? Halfway up the first flight I paused and listened. The floor above creaked softly. I continued. When I reached the second floor all I saw were dusty shafts of sunlight, warped and faded walls, and several half- open doorways. Then, behind the second door on my right, I heard what sounded like the squeak of an old metal bed. I moved forward and stood in the doorway the odor of grease and rotted plaster bled from the room. Karen sat on a half-made metal bed, holding a single deflated pil- low to her chest, her long legs folded under her dark blue dress. Her eyes looked at me from her dull face. What took y' so long? she joked. A slight smile creased her thin lips the smile disappeared instantly as I moved into the room and looked around. The space consist- ed of four walls, a cracked ceiling, a closed closet, an undraped open window, the bed, and her.