About eight months ago, a woman broke into our house while we stayed with our in-laws.
She got to live out of the cold for about a week before I found her sleeping on some sofa cushions in the living room.
Aside from breaking into the back door, she did no damage to the place, and was quite good at making sure the neighbors on both sides had no idea she was there.
However, she did take the risk to hook up our little casio keyboard and presumably played it a little.
I can’t say I’m fond of the incident, but it’s odd what your memory will latch onto months after an event. I hope she will get a handle on whatever demons are keeping her on the streets.
We all should have a little music in our lives.