One beautiful morning in late November I was sitting at home, marking students' essays. On paper, it was still rainy season, but perhaps it was about to be over. The day was dry and windy, and the sun was out. Our house was rather long (or deep), perhaps 65 feet, but only 13 or so wide. To the left and the right of ours were identical houses, so that we didn't have any windows along the long walls, which was okay, though, as we had windows in the back, and the screechy metal door in the front was always open when we were at home.
My spot of choice in the house was about 25 feet in, to the right, seen from the door. I always sat on the left chair at the table, close to the wall, looking outside. It didn't matter what I was doing, I could always see who was walking past our house, while I r
