Late at night she walks around the neighborhood asking for cigarettes. Stopping at each gate, peering in as if there might be somebody there to give her one at 12:02 am. 5-6 times she walks around the same block. Asking the same question to the same people and moving on quickly. Never asks for money. Just a cigarette and a light. On cold night, even though you don't smoke, you go in the house and get some matches. She comes around again and asks if anybody has seen her dog. She is tall, emaciated-skinny, long black hair, and a cough. You put the matches back in your pocket and she moves on down the street. Across the way she checks the back of a condo dumpster and finds the top shelf to a computer desk. As you head back indoors, you can hear the scraping of the furniture on the asphalt.