I didn’t know what to wear, really, and was still wondering about it after I got out of the shower shortly before six the next night. I stood peering into my closet, wearing only my white terry cloth robe, when my doorbell rang.
“Gil, are you going to get that?” I called out.
But there was no answer from Gilbert and the doorbell rang again. I supposed maybe Gilbert had left our apartment while I was in the shower, because I knew he had been there before.
Abandoning my clothing choices for the time being, I headed down the hall to the front door just as the doorbell rang a third time. I looked through the peephole and saw Gilbert standing there.
Laughing, I opened the door. “Did you go to get the mail and lock yourself out again?”
He shook his head. “No. These are for you.”
I looked d
