Someone comes to the front door, which is wide open to let in the sunshine, lifts the heavy brass knocker, and lets it fall, once. I’m upstairs, in a dark bedroom, bent over the laptop. I don’t hear anyone go to the door to answer it.
The visitor waits patiently, then after perhaps half a minute touches the doorbell just enough to make it bubble into life.
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