I met Aunt Shen during the day. She was standing at the door of the building waiting for me, wearing a washed blue shirt and a pair of black cloth shoes. There is no elevator in the unit building in the old community. Climbing to the sixth floor made my legs weak. She walked in front without even breathing.
"You young man is not in good shape." She turned around and laughed at me, "I am seventy-three, and I am more agile than you."
"You have great legs and feet."
"It'll be good if you live for a long time. This building, if you live there for three months, your legs and feet will be fine."
I followed her through the door. The house is nice, with one bedroom and one living room. The decoration shows its age, but it is clean. The floor was polished to reflect light, and the windows were open, letting in the wind. I decided on the spot.
