Love at the End of Time

May 2015: Dorit was my neighbor in the apartment building I lived in on East 88th Street between 1st and York Avenues in Manhattan. She lived two doors from me. One afternoon weekday she knocked on my door. I almost never got knocks on my door since I moved in a year previous especially on a weekday. . I opened the door to reveal a stunning brunette curly hair down to her shoulders olive skin high cheekbones and blue eyes. I had never seen her before going in and out of the building. She was fully dressed all in black: low-cut blouse leggings skirt and ankle-high combat boots. She said:--Hi am Dorit Dorit Abrams. I live two doors down from you. I’m wondering can I borrow some sugar from you? I am out of sugar for my two cups of coffee which I need in my system before rushing off to work.--Sure thing. Why don’t come inside while I get you some?. In the meantime I wondered how she knew I would be around at that time of day to borrow some sugar from me and how she knew what door to knock. I got her some sugar in a plastic cup from the cupboard in the kitchen which opened into the living room and dining area. Most of the apartments in the building are lofts according to the property manager when I bought the 2-bedroom coop a year previous.