Wearing her pointy red heels and a brown dress that emphasizes her curves, she comes out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. She slips the keys into her matching purse, checking the door once more to be sure it’s locked. Right then her neighbor Mrs. Zen steps out of her apartment, tightly holding on to her cane. “You must be going to a party; you look very nice,” Mrs. Zen says enthusiastically, her eyes on the red heels. The girl simply smiles back, asking Mrs. Zen how she is. They talk a little bit about the cold and the harsh winter that everyone is worried about. And then Eve goes off, wishing Mrs. Zen a good night.
She reaches a small, cream-colored building and walks up to the first floor, her feet already in pain. Gloria opens the door, welcomes her inside and they begin the therapy session. “My neighbor thought I’m going to a party,” she says and they both laugh.